Alpha Liam woke up the next morning, the dull ache of his injuries a constant reminder of the previous night's battle. He lay on his bed, surrounded by the familiar sights and smells of his pack's mansion. The room was bathed in soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow that belied the tension simmering beneath the surface.
He slowly pushed himself up, wincing as the movement sent a jolt of pain through his arm. The silver bullet wound, though no longer fresh, was still tender and throbbing. He looked down at the bandages wrapped around it, stained with dried blood. His mind flashed back to the chaos of the night before, the hunters' relentless pursuit, and the desperate fight for survival.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Alpha Lia
