James’s pov.
A long, sharp horn echoed through the walls of the pack house, shaking the air.
My head snapped up. I was halfway through my morning training when I heard it.
That wasn’t a normal horn. That was the alarm, they were more like emergency horns if something was wrong or about to happen.
Without a second thought, I grabbed my sword and sprinted toward the throne room. My boots echoed off the floors as I ran through the halls, my heart pounding.
When I pushed the doors open, I saw Alpha Ezekiel already seated on the throne.
His expression was firm, calm but I knew him well enough to see the worry behind his eyes. Kailey was beside him, holding his hand. Her eyes flicked up when I walked in.
Jon was standing near the center of the room, speaking fast.
“…he’s standing just outside the barrier. He’s not moving. Just standing there. Alone.”
“Who is it?” Ezekiel asked.
Jon turned toward him. “It’s Callen, Alpha Silas’ Beta.”
I froze where I stood. Callen?
He has been rumoured t
