I stumble back into the pack house, the scent of damp earth and pine clinging to my fur.
Another reckless run.
Another night spent trying to outpace the relentless gnawing in my gut. It never works. Cyan is a restless beast within me, mirroring my own fractured state.
"Another stellar display of Alpha leadership," he snarls, the sarcasm dripping.
Just as I’m about to retreat to my room, hoping for a few hours of oblivion, Gareth, one of the enforcers, blocks my path. His face is grim, his usual jovial demeanor absent.
“Alpha,” he says, his voice low and serious. “You’re needed in the council hall. It’s urgent.”
“Can’t it wait?” I grumble, the thought of facing anyone right now making my skin crawl.
“No, Alpha. Your mother specifically requested your presence. She said it can’t wa
