My Alpha Abandoned Me for the Pack’s New Luna

I heard the first explosion at 2 a.m.

I was already awake — I'd been awake for an hour, lying in the dark with Weston's side of the bed cold beside me, listening to the silence that had become the loudest thing in our room. When the blast shook the walls, I was on my feet before the echo died.

The pack house was chaos. Smoke poured through the east corridor, thick and black, and I could hear warriors shouting somewhere above me. I pulled on my boots and ran toward the sound — toward the basement stairwell, where two of our younger Deltas were trying to drag a jammed door open. The rogue raid had hit the supply wing first. Smart. Cut the weapons cache, collapse the structure, drive everyone into the open.

I'd helped design our raid response protocols. I knew exactly what was happening.

"Get back," I told the Deltas. "East exit. Now."

They went. I went down.

The basement storage room held the pack's emergency medical supplies — the real ones, not the ward's public stock. If the fire reached them, we'd lose everything we needed to treat casualties. I got the door open, got the first crate, and that's when the ceiling came down.

Not all of it. Just enough.

The beam caught me across the back and drove me into the floor. The crate skidded away. I felt the heat before I felt the pain — a wall of it, pressing against my arms, my side, the left side of my face. I tried to push up and couldn't. The beam had me pinned at the hips, and the fire was moving fast along the far wall, eating through the shelving, and I could smell my own skin.

I opened the mind-link.

Weston.

I hadn't used it in weeks. He'd been keeping it half-closed — not deliberately, he would have said, just distracted — but I pushed through the barrier and I screamed his name down the bond with everything I had.

He heard me. I felt him hear me. The bond flared, and for one second I felt him clearly — his location, his heartbeat, the sharp spike of his awareness as my pain hit him through the link. He knew exactly where I was. He knew exactly what was happening to me.

And then I felt him turn.

Not physically. Through the bond. I felt his attention shift — felt it the way you feel a hand pull away from yours in the dark — and I felt what pulled it. Mckenzie's scent. Her voice, somewhere above me, calling his name in that soft, breathless way she had. I felt him register that she was unharmed. Standing in a corridor. Safe.

The mind-link went quiet.

Not closed. Quiet. Like he'd simply stopped listening.

My wolf screamed. Not in pain — she'd gone past pain. She screamed the way an animal screams when it understands, finally and completely, that no one is coming.