Lorien POV
“I… uh…” Alpha Destrell faltered, and my eyes widened. Never, in all my years under his rule, had I witnessed him show weakness yet here it was, raw and unguarded. That alone was a warning bell.
“Did I not make your deadline clear?” Alpha Orlin’s growl rolled through the hall like distant thunder, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
What was wrong with me? He wasn’t even close enough to touch me, yet terror crept into my bones as though his presence alone could snap its leash and unleash the monster within. Would he dare to strike Alpha Destrell here, surrounded and outnumbered?
The answer slammed into me as soon as I thought it: yes. Numbers would mean nothing. If even a fraction of the stories about the Dark Blade Pack were true, the handful of wolves Orli
