Chapter 5

Derick Mondragon's POV 

I was sitting at my desk, going over some paperwork, when my phone rang. I picked it up, not expecting anything out of the ordinary.

"Hello?" I answered.

"It's Lucas," a voice on the other end said, urgent and tense. "We're under attack."

My heart dropped. Lucas was my second-in-command, and if he was calling me with news like this, it was serious. "Who's attacking us?" I asked.

"The Night Walkers," Lucas said, and I could hear the anger in his voice. "They've been our biggest rivals for years. They caught us off guard, but we managed to fight them off. But we need you here, now."

I stood up from my desk, adrenaline pumping through my veins. "I'm on my way," I said, and hung up the phone.

I dropped by Mia's desk, my closest confidant, and asked her to follow me right now because the pack house is under attack. "Let's go," I said, and we rushed out of the building.

As we drove to the pack's house, my mind wa