"We are under attack!" Clyde shouted, his voice carrying an urgency that sent shockwaves through the serene setting. He pointed at the yacht, his eyes wide with alarm.
Without wasting a second, the Alpha leaped over the balcony railing. He landed with a thud and sprinted toward the playground, where Rosaline and Giselle played blissfully. He scooped both girls into his arms, their startled cries blending with the rising tension.
"Hold on tight!" Clyde urged, running toward the back of the mansion.
Ryder and Gabriel, their faces pale with fear, were right behind him. The tranquil afternoon shattered as gunfire erupted, bullets whizzing through the air.
The deadly hail mowed down the patrolling guards, their bodies falling lifelessly to the ground.
"Move! Move!" Clyde barked, his voice barely audible over the deafening gunfire. The two little girls clung to him, their eyes wide with terror as he led them through the chaos.
