Dylan's POV
The moment I step into the great hall, the stench of fear and rage hits me like a storm. My nostrils flare as my eyes scan the chaos in front of me—my people are screaming, shouting, behaving like mindless barbarians. My veins pulse with fury, anger boiling just beneath the surface.
What the actual f**k is going on here?
Then I see him—Chris. The moment his eyes lock with mine, he raises his hands like some kind of righteous savior, calling out, “Alpha Dylan is here to address us, so everyone please be calm!”
But his words fall flat. They do nothing to silence the riot brewing inside this hall.
I don’t even know what these lunatics are raving about. I hear fragments—accusations, curses, threats—and that’s all I need. My patience snaps. A low growl rumbles in my chest, and
