Varg’s POV

I climbed out of the car, my boots sinking into the scorched earth as I took in the remains of the Blackwood Pack’s territory. The air reeked of smoke and blood, the acrid scent of burnt wood thick in my lungs. Half of the pack’s home was nothing but smoldering ruins, blackened timbers standing like skeletal reminders of what had once been a place of safety.

This had never happened before. Lucian and I had always protected the pack, watched over them, made sure no outside threat dared cross our borders. Yet now, looking at the devastation, it felt like all of our efforts had been for nothing....