Dante’s POV
The Crimson pack’s compound was really quiet tonight. The usual hum of activity that marked the waking and active pack hours had given way to a calm disturbed only by the occasional rustle of leaves by the wind or the distant cry of a night bird.
I leaned against the worn wooden railing of the training yard balcony, watching as the moonlight spilled silver over the dark earth. It was late, but for some reason, my mind was restless.
My gaze drifted to the edge of the clearing …the place where shadows gathered thicker and the trees stood as silent sentinels.
And there… just beyond the reach of the torchlight, I caught sight of him.
Tion.
Always just beyond the reach of the light. Always watching.
The alpha’s presence was like a low, steady pulse in the pack’s rhythm…mostly
