Chapter 19

Damon

"Alpha Heir, we got a problem!"

I was striding purposefully when a tracker intercepted me, urgency in his eyes. I let out a sigh, already running late for my expected visit to the Alpha.

"Not now," I responded curtly, but the tracker refused to relent, leaning in closer and whispering,

"It's about your future bride's pack. We heard from an intel that Goldenridge was attacked."

My heart quickened at the news, and I could feel the color drain from my face. I motioned for the tracker to follow me inside my room, shutting the door behind us. "Tell me everything," I demanded.

The tracker repeated, "We were told by our spies from the north that Goldenridge was attacked by a group of rogues last night. It took them a while to ask for backup, recognizing our alliance with them. But when the backup finally came, it was all too late."

Dread clawed at me as I asked the question I feared the most. "Are there any survivors?"

"The Alpha and his warriors have fallen," the tracker replied gr