Canan's POV
It was a night of feasting. A night of victory. A night of celebration.
My father had won a great battle. The whole pack was gathered to honor him. The hall was filled with music and laughter. People were dancing. Eating. Drinking wine. The air was filled with joy.
We were happy.
My mother was sitting beside my father, her hand on his shoulder, smiling that proud smile. I was with some of the younger alphas, talking about strategy and the battles we would fight together in the future. Everything felt like it would last forever. The night was perfect. Too perfect.
Then the first sound came. A sound that didn't belong at a feast. The sound cut through the music and laughter like a blade.
It was subtle at first. I almost missed it. The scrape of metal. The footsteps that wer
