Chapter Twenty-Six
Alpha Creed's Point Of View
The night pressed down on the pack's territory like a living thing, thick and suffocating, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pine.
I stood on the balcony of my office, the wind tugging at the edges of my coat, but the chill of the air could not touch the fire raging within me. Kronos growled low in my chest, a vibration that echoed from bone to bone, from the tip of his fangs to the core of the man still existing somewhere beneath the wolf.
The blood of centuries stirred in me tonight. Restless. Hungry.
I had returned from the outer boundaries, from a patrol that had uncovered the latest horror inflicted by Alpha Joshua's pack. A place where innocence was ground into dust, where children learned fear before they could walk, whe
