The towering buildings of the Southern packs shadowed the early dusk in a pale light. Once, these buildings had been the symbol of power and innovation, a beacon of Alpha Seth’s dominion. Now, it stood cold and hollow, mirroring the slow unraveling of a territory that had once been nearly untouchable.
Seth adjusted the cuffs of his shirt and stared out his room window, his golden eyes narrowed in thought. Behind him, a heated argument echoed through the closed double doors, muffled only slightly by the thick mahogany panels.
He could hear his mother’s voice, obviously annoyed. And his sisters are fast, furious, and laced with frustration. Even though he knew they were arguing with Viola, he didn’t hear her voice once.
He held his face in both his hands. This was the third fight this wee
