Viola stumbled out of bed, searching for her clothes on the floor, but found her husband's hoodie and sweatpants folded neatly on the couch, left there for exactly the moment she woke up. She scrambled into them, her heart racing in time with the blaring alarm.
A pack invasion wasn't something that happened often, but when it did, it always meant something serious, territory being seized, a major fight breaking out.
It wasn't unheard of for territory to be seized by stronger, larger packs, but who would possibly dare try that against Silver, being the largest pack in the entire world, a place no one in their right mind would challenge.
Viola hadn't even heard of a successful pack invasion happening in a very long time, the last one she could recall having struck a neighboring pack near Moonwillow, where the Alpha had been killed outright and the entire pack handed over to the attacking group.
Could it be... Nickolas? Had he somehow crawled his way out of death?
