Ragnar's POV
The screen of my phone illuminated my face, the text message from Aiden burning itself into my mind.
Aiden: Stay the fuck away from Lucian and his inner circle for the next few weeks if you don't want to get caught in the crossfire. You've been warned.
A heavy dread settled into my gut. This meant one thing—Aiden was planning an all-out assault, and it was going to be catastrophic. I needed to warn Lucian and the others immediately.
I sprinted toward the pack training grounds, my eyes scanning the field in hopes of catching Lucian. Instead, I found Boca and Daniel near the equipment sheds.
For some entirely irrational reason, a sudden flare of pure irritation hit my chest when I noticed how close Boca was standing to Daniel, hands firmly on his hips as he helped him stretch out his legs. My jaw clenched.
Boca's gaze suddenly drifted over Daniel's shoulder, locking onto me. He blinked, adjusting his posture. "Ragnar? You alright there?"
