The forest had never felt this alive with danger.
Wolves whispered in the shadows, their eyes darting toward the western ridge — the place where Damon had vanished. The bond that once united every wolf under their twin alphas now trembled with confusion and fear.
Some still felt Damon’s command humming faintly in their blood — loyal to the golden Alpha they had once trusted. Others began drifting toward Darius, the silver-eyed brother whose calm strength now carried the weight of their survival.
But neither brother slept. Neither could.
Because every night, Selene’s voice called them both.
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Darius stood before the council at dawn, his shoulders heavy but his gaze sharp.
“He’s losing control,” one elder said quietly. “We can all feel it. Damon’s aura is unstable.”
“He’s my brother,
