{Ryanna’s POV}
Here’s the truth: an Alpha is not just the strongest. Not just the fastest. An Alpha is the embodiment of all that a werewolf could be. Power, fear, legacy. The blood of the gods, some say. And when you face an Alpha — truly stand against one — it earns you respect not because of your strength. But because they think you’re mad. Foolhardiness at its finest.
And as Alphas came, Aurelius was as dangerous as they got.
He wasn’t just power. He was dominant. An unrelenting force in the body of a man. His presence made lesser wolves kneel without command. Made warriors drop their eyes instinctively. And his cunning? Insidious.
Unexpectedly everything started getting clear, not completely, but a little bit. The moon caught his hair, making it look like a blurred smudge of brow
