Outskirts of Lagos – Abandoned Warehouse, Midnight
The air was thick with smoke and secrecy.
Four wolves circled the rusted building, their eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Inside, a map of Crescent Moon territory was spread across a dusty table. Weapons both human and shifter forged lined the walls. At the center of it all stood Alpha Drevon, tall, scarred, and very much unbothered by the nervous energy around him.
He hadn’t stepped into civilized pack territory in nearly five years.
He preferred the wild. Preferred solitude.
But when word reached him that Zaria Fenrir, the woman who once refused him had resurfaced as a queen in the human world, his plans changed.
“She’s not answering your messages,” his second-in-command, Luca, said carefully. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”
