Casian continued to gently caress Lyra's sleeping face when a voice suddenly reverberated in his mind.
His expression darkened, and his hand stilled. Without wasting another second, he slipped out of bed and dressed swiftly, moving with practiced silence to avoid waking her.
When he stepped into the hallway, Rowan and Darius were already waiting, their faces tense and shadowed in the dim light.
"You better have a damn good reason for pulling me from her side," Casian said coldly, stopping in front of them. His voice was low, controlled—yet the threat beneath it was unmistakable.
Darius lowered his gaze, but Rowan held steady, meeting Casian's eyes without flinching.
"It's Selene," Rowan said. "She was attacked at her fortress. Wolves breached the perimeter."
Casian's jaw tightened. A ripple of fury rolled through him, but he remained composed. "How bad?"
"I managed to take one down," Rowan replied. "The others fled before we could get to them."
"And Selene?"
