The wolves dispersed into the forest.
Silas stepped forward, eyes scanning the trees. “That alpha,” he said quietly, almost to himself, “he’s… old. Older than any wolf I’ve ever seen. And somehow still standing. One of his kind rarely survives that long in the wild.”
“How long?” I asked.
“Seventeen years as alpha,” Silas murmured. “He inherited it after his father… was drained by the Stone bloodline. Took over as a teenager and survived every test since. Centuries-old by experience, and still dangerous. That kind of longevity is rare.”
Blaze grunted. “I don’t like him.”
“Nor should you,” Silas replied, his voice low.
Ace’s gaze swept the clearing, cold and unreadable. He is nothing but a shadow of control and dominance to everyone but me.
Then his eyes returned to me. The heat in
