Dylan’s p.o.v.
The clash of steel rang through the training grounds as warriors sparred, their movements swift and calculated. I stood at the edge, arms crossed as I watched their footwork while assessing their weaknesses. They weren’t good enough. Not yet.
Suddenly, the scent of Seth’s approach reached me before his voice did. “Alpha.” His tone was sharp and urgent.
I turned as he strode toward me, a sealed letter clutched in his hand. Even before I saw the red wax stamped with the royal sigil, I knew something was wrong.
“What is it?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my brow.
Seth handed me the letter. “A summons. From the castle. Not just for you—for every Alpha in Wolfen City.”
That made me pause. ‘A royal summons for all Alphas?’ I raised a brow as that hadn’t happened for quite
