Amias glances at Darien who looks like his jaw is clenched so tightly it looks like the bone might crack. Morgan's fists keep flexing and unflexing like his fingers are arguing about whether to stay attached to his hands or turn into claws mid-run. Grayson looks ready to cry and murder someone at the same time.
Past the lawns, through the iron gates, across the training fields, they don't slow. Wolves nearby pause what they're doing, watching four Alpha heirs sprint across the grounds like someone detonated their patience.
They pass residential rows, the market square, and the old town well. People peek out of windows, confused, whispering.
Everyone knows something's wrong. They just don't know the world is about to crack. The moment they hit the military zone boundary, soldiers turn, startled.
