Jonas’s POV
The Alpha’s fury was worse precisely because it remained contained.
He didn’t shout. He didn’t break anything. He didn’t need to impose his presence in some exaggerated display for the entire territory to react like an organism struck directly in the heart. A single order delivered with that brutal calm that defined him was enough for the internal routes to be sealed immediately, the patrols to redistribute themselves, and every wolf inside the territorial core to understand that this was no longer a distant external threat—
it was a real crisis already inside our own borders.
“I want every internal access point blocked,” he ordered while the air around him seemed to grow heavier.
“No one moves without direct authorization.”
The enforcers left immediately.
Too quickly.
