The alliance didn't start with trust—it started with blood and fear.
In the remote northern mountains, far beyond the usual pack borders, an ancient fortress hid under layers of snow and darkness. Wolves guarded every gate. Torches sputtered on towering stone walls scarred by centuries of war. There were no banners tonight. No symbols, no colors. Nothing marked this gathering except tension thick enough to choke on.
Because what was happening inside—yeah, it was pretty much blasphemy against the natural order.
Seven Alphas arrived one at a time. Not friends. Not allies. These were enemies, rivals, predators who’d usually rip each other apart in seconds. But tonight? They came together because they shared one thing: fear. Real, bone-deep fear—over the return of the royal bloodline.
Insi
