CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

A piercing, high-pitched wail echoed through the halls, its urgency clawing into every corner of the pack house.

Cael's eyes snapped open. Instinct had him reaching for the knife he always kept under his pillow, his heart pounding in his chest. The emergency alarm had only ever gone off during drills. And emergencies.

This was no drill. He hadn't approved any drills recently. 

Within a second, he was on his feet, his wolf howling inside him as he flung open his bedroom door. He was already moving toward Elisa's room before he even registered the thought.

He banged the door open, there was no time to knock.