A soft sound from the balcony made me freeze.
Someone was trying to open the balcony doors.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I instinctively backed toward the bed. The palace was supposed to be the most secure place in Royal Pack territory, who could possibly be trying to enter through my balcony? My mind raced with possibilities, each worse than the last. A rogue? An assassin?
The lock clicked, and the balcony door eased open silently. A tall figure slipped inside, silhouetted against the moonlight. My breath caught in my throat, my wolf suddenly alert but not alarmed—something familiar about the scent...
Pine and storm.
"Carson," I whispered, relief flooding through me as recognition dawned.
He turned at the sound of my voice, golden eyes finding mine in the darkness. "Astraia, I—"
I didn't let him finish. Before I could think better of it, I was rushing across the room and throwing my arms around him. The solid warmth of him, t
The minutes crawled by. Hunter's breathing was steady but shallow, and occasionally his brow would furrow like he was fighting through bad dreams.Carson sat forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, studying his Beta's face for any sign of consciousness."Remember when he broke his arm falling out of that tree when we were twelve?" Carson said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper.Troy's mouth twitched in what might have been a smile. "He was trying to impress that girl from Crescent Valley Pack.""Sarah Morrison," Carson nodded. "He swore he could climb higher than any of us.""And then proceeded to fall twenty feet into a thornbush," Troy added. "Cried like a baby but insisted it didn't hurt.""Sounds like Hunter," I said softly.Carson reached out and adjusted Hunter's blanket unnecessarily. "He's always been stubborn as hell. Refused to admit when he was hurt, when he needed help.""Some things never change," Troy m
Carson was up immediately, carefully pulling on clothes. I followed, my heart pounding. Something in Jason's tone had set off every alarm bell I had."What happened?" I asked as we hurried down the corridor, but Jason's grim expression told me everything I needed to know.Dr. Martinez was waiting for us in the medical wing, still in his surgical scrubs. Blood stained his sleeves, and exhaustion lined his face. He'd been operating for hours."How is he?" Carson asked immediately, his Alpha voice barely controlled.Dr. Martinez hesitated for just a moment too long. "Stable," he finally replied. "But it was touch and go for a while there."My stomach dropped. "What do you mean, touch and go?""The leg was more complicated than we initially thought. We had to repair several torn ligaments, reset the bone, and there was significant nerve damage. We managed to save the function, but..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "He'll walk fine onc
The High Crest medical wing was buzzing with activity when we got back. Hunter was rushed straight into surgery while the rest of us got patched up in the main treatment area."Sit still," Dr. Eden ordered Carson, who kept trying to get up and check on everyone else."I'm fine," he insisted for the tenth time. "It's just a scratch.""It's eight stitches," she replied, threading the needle. "And you're bleeding through your shirt."I was on the next bed over, getting my own cuts cleaned. Nothing serious, just scrapes and bruises from crawling through tunnels and falling through ceilings. But I kept watching Carson, making sure he was really okay."Luna," Dr. Eden called to me. "How's your head feeling? Any dizziness? Nausea?""I'm good," I said. "Just tired."Troy was across the room, getting his ribs wrapped. He looked like hell, but he was talking to one of the nurses, so that was a good sign."Update on Hunter?" Carson asked when Dr. Eden finished with his stitches."Still in surger
"Hunter! Wait!" I screamed, looking desperately at the setup. "Carson, the support beams! If we bring down that section of ceiling instead of the overload..."Carson's eyes immediately found the structural weak points. "It'll crush the array without needing anyone to stay!""Tactical charges!" I yelled to the team pouring in behind Carson. "Controlled demolition!""Can we get clear in time?" Hunter asked, stepping back from the override."If we move fast," Carson said, his team already placing explosives on the support columns.Mitchell's hand hit the activation switch just as the charges detonated. But instead of the signal firing, the ceiling collapsed, crushing the array under tons of concrete and steel.The activation failed. The signal died before it could start."Signal array destroyed," someone called through the comms. "All other facilities report successful shutdowns. Network is down."The building shook again, harder this time."Structural charges," Carson said. "They're dro
The tunnel opened into a storage room on the second floor. We stumbled out, Troy leaning heavily against the wall."You need a minute?" I asked."I'm good," he said, though his face was pale. "Let's keep moving.""Carson..." I called through our mate bond. "Carson, are you okay?"His response came back immediately, strong and determined. "Still fighting. Shoulder's fine, just a scratch. How are you?"Only Carson would call claw wounds "just a scratch.""We're on the second floor," I replied. "Working our way down to you."Troy found a crowbar in the storage supplies. Together, we pried at the window bars, though he had to stop twice to catch his breath."Four minutes to activation."We dropped onto a metal fire escape. Through the windows, I could see muzzle flashes from the ground floor. Some of Carson's team had shifted to wolf form for better mobility, others stayed human to use weapons effectively."There," Tr
"Bought time," I said, already moving toward Troy.Red emergency lights kicked in. Guards rushed at me, but I was ready.I cut Troy's restraints with my knife. "Are you okay? Can you fight?""Try to stop me," he said, rubbing his wrists."Backup power in sixty seconds!" someone yelled."Carson, any time now," I said into my comm."Thirty seconds out," his voice replied.The building shook as explosions went off upstairs. But then I heard gunfire and growling from above, lots of it."Contact!" Carson's voice crackled through static. "Heavy resistance on the ground floor. Multiple hostiles."Shit. They'd walked into more than we expected."Kill them both!" Mitchell screamed, pulling out a gun.Troy and I dove behind the signal equipment as bullets started flying. I pulled out blocker darts, aiming for the controlled guards."Three o'clock," Troy warned.I shot a guy in the shoulder. He stopped m