The mountains rose like sleeping titans in the distance, jagged, ancient, unbothered by the chaos of wolves and war. Hollow Mountain looked exactly as Celeste remembered it: carved into the rocky cliffs like a scar, half-forgotten by time, its stone halls silent as breath held in a moment of suspense.
But this time, she wasn’t a visitor. She was an Alpha. And she had an army behind her.
The convoy arrived just after dawn, battle-worn but orderly. The packs had marched through the night with only a few rest stops. Despite the fatigue in their limbs, their eyes were alert, their weapons ready.
Celeste stood at the front as they approached the great archway cut into the mountain. Hunter was at her side, silent and brooding, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his knife. Their bond buzz
