The first tremor hit Eyrix like a knife under the ribs. He staggered, breath catching, fingers digging into the stone ledge of the window. Heat flared through his veins, sudden and violent, nothing like the soft cycles Ironclaw had drugged into obedience. “No,” Eyrix whispered, even as his knees weakened. His scent spilled into the air, commanding and the stronghold shuddered with the response.Below, wolves snarled. Alphas froze mid stride, eyes blown wide, throats working as if they couldn’t draw enough air. A chorus of instinct rippled outward, dominance bowing, hunger rising, confusion tearing through discipline like paper.Ryder felt it like a punch to the chest.Every muscle in him locked. His wolf slammed against its mental cage, howling, demanding. The scent hit him hardest—because it wasn’t submission. It was a summons.“Lock it down,” Ryder roared, voice carrying through stone and steel. “Now!”Guards moved instantly, slamming gates, sealing corridors. Drums sounded a warn
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