The silence after Cleon’s collapse was more dangerous than the fight itself. Wolves shifted uneasily around the training ground, their eyes glowing in the dying light, claws scraping earth as if unsure whether to bow… or to bare their fangs.
Aria’s chest heaved, blood singing from the fight she’d barely won. Her wolf pulsed inside her, still restless, still hungry for dominance. But she forced herself still, straightening her spine as every gaze pinned her in judgment.
Killian moved first. He stepped forward, radiating Alpha command, his presence crashing over the pack like a tidal wave. His voice thundered across the yard.
“Enough!”
The word cut through the murmurs like a blade. Even those who had doubted him flinched. His gaze swept across them, daring anyone to defy. “She spared him
