Kane POV:
I stormed into my room, my movements sharp, every muscle in my body tight with urgency. My mind was racing as I yanked open Elena's closet, my fingers clenching around one of her worn sweaters.
The scent of her hit me instantly—a painful, intoxicating mix of what once brought me peace but now only fueled the fire burning inside me.
I was about to turn back when a sharp voice cut through my head.
"Alpha!"
Luke. My Beta. His voice was laced with alarm, his breath ragged.
Then, two words made everything inside me freeze.
"We're under attack!"
A deep snarl ripped from my throat as I clenched my fists.
"How many?" I demanded through the link, already storming out of the room.
"Too many! They're everywhere! They breached the borders before we could raise an alarm!" Luke's voice was frantic, but he kept his focus. "They came straight for the packhouse! They're not here to take land or resources, Kane—they're here to kill you!"
Fuck.
I didn't even hesitate.
