Chapter 4 - The Midnight Ambush
The attack came at midnight.
Glass shattered in the adjoining corridor. Before Senna could move, the heavy oak door splintered inward under a massive, brute force. Two rogue wolves, foam dripping from their jaws, eyes blazing a sickly yellow, lunged into the room.
Senna rolled off the bed, snatching a heavy brass candlestick from the bedside table just as the first beast lunged. She drove the metal base straight into the creature's eye with lethal precision. The wolf howled, thrashing backward.
Before the second beast could leap, the shadows in the doorway erupted.
Aldric didn't just fight; he tore through them like an avenging god. His wolf manifested partially—claws elongating, eyes blazing pure molten gold—slashing through the first intruder with terrifying speed. The second rogue tried to flee, but Aldric caught it by the throat, snapping its neck with a sickening crunch before hurling the carcass across the room.
Silence crashed back into the bedchamber.
Aldric stood amidst the wreckage, chest heaving, his hands dripping with dark blood. He spun around, his eyes wild and searching, locking onto Senna where she stood by the shattered window, breathing hard, the brass candlestick still clutched in her bloodied knuckles.
"Are you hurt?" he demanded, his voice cracking with a raw terror she had never expected to hear from an Alpha King.
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Senna lowered the weapon, her gaze steady. "I told you, Aldric. I am not glass."
Aldric crossed the room in two strides, pulling her fiercely against his chest. For the first time, Senna didn't push him away. She gripped the back of his shirt, burying her face against his shoulder as the adrenaline finally began to fade.
