“The Seers warned that one of my line would carry that wolf again,” he said. “That when the bond formed, the pack would either gain its strongest Alpha…or lose everything.” He hesitated, then added, “This is how it’s recorded.” He turned slightly, reaching for a tablet resting on the obsidian table. He didn’t hand it to me. He read it himself, voice flat, ritualistic. “When the First Son is crowned beneath a bleeding moon, the ancient wolf shall wake in flesh once more. He will be born Alpha by blood alone, carrying the beast that does not bow. He will take a mate not forged for shadow but light of heart, her death shall be the key. Through her breaking, the Alpha will shatter, and the beast will run unchained. Rogue and ruin will follow his howl. The pack will burn. The bloodlines will

