ARIA POV
A howl cut through the night, sending chills down my spine. I nearly dropped the map I was studying.
"They're getting closer," I whispered, running to the window. The blood moon hung like a big red eye in the sky, watching our every move.
Scouts burst through the door, their clothes torn and bloody. "Luna Aria! The eastern line has been broken! Those... those things... they're not stopping!"
I grabbed my silver knife. "How many?"
"At least fifty things, moving fast. Alpha Kael is holding them back, but they're stronger than before."
Lucien appeared beside me, his face grim. "Your children are safe in the bunker with Elder Malin. Jaxon is watching them personally."
Relief washed over me, but only for a moment. Our whole pack—no, the entire werewolf world—still hung in the balance.
"Any word from the other packs?" I asked, strapping the knife to my thigh.