The celebration had lasted three days.
Alex stood on the ridge overlooking the safe house, watching the last of the fires burn low. His people were exhausted but happy. They had earned this peace.
But Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
The power was still there, surging beneath his skin. The Wellspring. The Nexus. The Source. The Origin. All of them were now a part of him. A constant presence that hummed in his veins like a second heartbeat.
He was the most powerful Alpha in existence. The Guardian of the Balance. The heir to the Primus's legacy.
But he was also something else. Something darker.
Elena appeared beside him. "You've been up here for hours. What's wrong?"
Alex didn't look at her. "I can feel them. The other places of power. They're calling to me."
