Chapter 342. Not Themselves Anymore


Caleb’s POV

I was panting hard as Damien and I came tearing through the trees, feet pounding the dirt until the scent of earth and grass hit my nose. My eyes shot up, and there he was, Alpha Camden, standing like a mountain at the edge of the border.

“Father,” I called, my chest heaving, “what happened? Why are you out here?”

His eyes cut toward me, sharp, urgent. “Get ready,” he barked. “The soldiers spotted them, an entire army of rogues. They’re moving this way.”

Damien’s voice broke in, rough with disbelief. “How many?”

“Too many,” Camden answered, but then he froze. His face went blank for a second, and I felt it too, that hollow silence where there should have been voices of the soldiers warning us.

I clenched my fists. “They’re gone,” I said through my teeth. “The soldiers, they’re all dead.”

My father’s jaw tightened. “Damn it...”

“No, listen.” I stepped closer, grabbing his arm so he’d hear me. “Alice told me this. The