Chapter 0350

I barely had Lillian settled in her room when the alarm howls shattered the night. The border had been breached. Lillian clutched her newborn tighter, sobs wracking her body.

"Stay here. You're safe." My voice was steady despite the adrenaline surging through me. "I have to go."

A searing pain lanced through my shoulder—Victor had been hit. A vicious growl tore from my throat as Aurora surged forward, forcing the shift. I barreled past Leopold and another pack member, likely the medic, before exploding through the back doors of the packhouse.

The acrid stench of hunters flooded my nostrils—thirty-eight of them, their fear and hatred thick in the air. Bullets whizzed past, arrows slicing through the darkness.

Another jolt of agony—Victor took a second hit, this time in the leg. When I reached the battlefield, carnage greeted me. Victor and the remaining warriors were outnumbered, struggling to close the distance against the hunters' ranged attacks.

Aurora didn't hesitate. She tore through their ranks with brutal efficiency. These monsters had come to slaughter our pack. They'd wounded our mate. None would leave alive.

The sting in my own leg barely registered until a fresh wave of pain signaled Victor's third injury. Aurora kept ripping through bodies until the last hunter fell. Panting, she scanned for survivors when Magnus limped forward, licking blood from her jaws before collapsing.

I shifted instantly, catching Victor's limp form. His pulse thrummed weakly beneath my fingers. My howl for help echoed through the trees as pack members emerged from the smoke. Leopold arrived first, already assessing the wounded.

"Do we have a medical facility?" I demanded.

"Just the packhouse dining hall." He moved to check an unconscious warrior.

"Get everyone inside. Now."

Donovan helped me carry Victor back. Others followed with the injured. In the dining hall, I barked orders as I pulled on a borrowed shirt. "Where's the medic?"

"Fetching her," Leopold said. "There's another with field experience."

"Bring them both. Donovan—double the patrols until we're sure there aren't more attackers."

The she-wolves stood ready. "Who's trained with Leopold?"

"All of us," they answered in unison.

"Form a defensive perimeter. No one gets through." Aurora's growl darkened my voice.

Leopold returned with two medics—a man and woman whose eyes widened at the bloodshed. "Triage the wounded. The Alpha first—two silver bullets and an arrow. We need extraction tools."

"Supplies?" the female medic asked.

Leopold shook his head. "Only what's at the clinic."

"Go. Get everything—scalpels, clamps, bandages." As they raced off, the medic frowned at my leg.

"Luna, you've got an arrow—"

I glanced down, surprised to see the shaft protruding from my thigh. A quick claw-snap shortened it. "Treat them first."

"Rosalind!" I called toward the kitchen.

She appeared instantly. "Luna?"