Dante
Morning hit like a hammer. I hadn’t slept, not really. My wolf prowled restless through the night, every instinct screaming that danger was pressing in on all sides. The land smelled different—like smoke before a fire starts.
By the time I stalked into the clubhouse, most of the men were already gathered. Talon was leaning against the far wall, calm as stone but sharp-eyed, always reading the room. Cassandra sat near him, arms crossed tight, her bruises from the last training session still visible. Ivy and Trey lingered together at the edge, quieter than usual. And Shirley… she wasn’t here.
Good. I wasn’t ready for her eyes on me while I did this.
Knox whistled low when I entered. “Well, well. The Alpha rises.”
“Shut it,” I growled, stepping into the center of the room. My prese
