CELESTE
The Grey Storm Pack was a monster of a kingdom. The place was built like an ancient but regal fortress with touches of modern precision. Everything was deliberate, and power practically oozed from the walls.
All that power belonged to one person: Alpha Knox Morrison.
The stories I’d gathered about him hadn't been exaggerated. His reputation stretched across every border as ruthless, calculating, and unpredictable. But seeing his pack firsthand, I understood why even the most arrogant Alphas whispered his name with caution. The Grey Storm Pack ran like a well-oiled weapon. His weapon.
What surprised me most wasn’t the size, but the control. I’d expected chaos, ego, and bloodlust. What I saw was harsh, cold, and organized order. Everyone moved with purpose. He didn’t speak much f
