Lucian Wolfe’s journey was cut short.
One moment he was scaling the cliffs beyond Blackmoon, the next—six wolves, armored in the crimson sigil of House Wolfe, surrounded him beneath the gray sky.
They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t have to.
Lucian knew why they were here.
“You’ve barely been gone a week,” said the commander at the front, bowing slightly. “And already your father calls you home.”
Lucian’s jaw tightened. “I have unfinished business.”
The commander straightened. “Not anymore. Your Trial is done. You’re officially Alpha Wolfe. The territory needs its leader. Now.”
“My father sent you, didn't he?”
They all nodded.
“I''m not ready to lead the pack, besides my father is still very much alive.”
“You don’t have to. The crown was inherited the moment you crossed Blackm
