The storm outside Silver Crest just wouldn’t let up. Rain pounded the Alpha mansion windows without mercy. Thunder moved across the mountains, sounding like a war you never quite see. Tension hung over the territory—ever since they found that thing beneath the archives, nothing felt right.
No wolf slept soundly anymore.
Not after the news: the lost royal bloodline hadn’t disappeared. It came back.
Not after everyone realized the Alpha Council wanted to wipe that bloodline out for good.
And definitely not after seeing even the strongest Alphas forced to bow by instincts too deep to fight.
Liana stood alone in her room, staring at the glowing mark pulsing quietly on her wrist. The symbol felt alive in the darkness. Ancient. And, honestly, wrong.
Everything she thought she knew about he
