The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the training fields, the golden light glinting off the freshly mown grass. From the window of the Riverstone estate, Althea’s purple eyes and blonde hair were fixed on Evan as he moved through his training routine, his movements precise and controlled, yet a raw, barely contained power radiated from him.
“They are after a gifted wolf, Tyler, and you know our grandson is on top for danger,” Althea said, her voice low but urgent, a mixture of worry and authority threading through every word. She didn’t take her eyes off Evan, who was oblivious to everything around him, his white wolf aura pulsing faintly beneath his skin.
Tyler’s jaw tightened as he watched Evan’s every move through the glass, the pride of a grandfather mixing with an uneasy
