Kael’s POV
Standing in the center of the grand council hall, he was a figure carved from sheer dominance. Dressed in a flawlessly tailored dark suit, with tousled dark brown hair and eyes the color of burnt chestnut, his gaze radiated a chilling intensity.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and imposing, the man exuded an aura that was nothing short of formidable. He looked less like a man and more like a force of nature—unyielding, immovable, a mountain that dared anyone to challenge its place.
Gerald Hawthorne.
Alpha of the Hollowcrest Pack, one of the six most powerful werewolf packs in existence—and a name that carried weight, fear, and reverence alike. He was one of the oldest Alphas still actively ruling, a contemporary of my father.
There were so many powerful Alphas in the werewolf world
