Ryder’s POV

The storm hit before I was ready. Rain came in sheets. Wind tore through the trees. Lightning split the sky. I could hear the pack’s den in chaos even before I saw it.

Shouts, snarls, yelps. Wolves are running everywhere. Not all loyal. Some are moving with purpose. Some attacking.

Then I realized: they were coming for me first.

I was in the healer’s tent, checking supplies, when hands grabbed me. Hard, fast. Pulled me off my feet. I struggled, but the grip was strong. Human strength, yes, but wolf strength too.

“Stop!” I shouted. Voice swallowed by the storm. Rain pelted my face.

I was dragged into...