Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 21

Felicia’s heart pounded as she rode toward Moonveil Pack territory, her hands gripping the reins so tightly her knuckles turned white. The urgent message had been brief—there had been a rogue attack. But nothing beyond that. No details. No confirmation of casualties. Just enough to send her into a spiral of fear.

Lucien rode beside her, his usual calm exterior unreadable. “Felicia,” he said, his voice carrying over the wind. “Slow down.”

“I can’t,” she snapped, her breath ragged. “I have to get to Orion.”

Lucien didn’t argue, only pushed his horse to keep up with her.

When they reached the borders of Moonveil Pack, the sight before her made her stomach drop. Wolves were everywhere—standing guard, carrying the wounded, whispering among themselves with tense, grieving expressions.

Felicia jumped off her horse before it had fully stopped, sprinting forward. “Where is Orion?” she demanded, her voice frantic.

The wolves turned to her, and their eyes said it before their words did. A heavy silence wrapped around them, thick and suffocating.

“Felicia,” one of the warriors finally spoke, his voice strained. “He’s in the packhouse.”

Felicia’s chest constricted. She took off running before anyone could stop her, ignoring the way her vision blurred with unshed tears. He’s alive. He has to be alive.

The moment she pushed through the doors of the packhouse, the scent of blood hit her. The metallic tang was thick in the air, burning her nose. Wolves moved in slow, somber movements, murmuring prayers, tending to the injured.

And then she saw him.