Third POV
Alpha Kyan had intensified his training regimen to include daily patrols of the pack's boundary. The relentless physical exertion helped keep the madness at bay, but he knew it was a temporary solution. The curse was a constant, gnawing presence, always threatening to overwhelm him. As he moved silently through the dense forest that marked the edge of their territory, his senses were on high alert. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig could mean danger.
It was during one of these patrols that he caught the scent—foul and unmistakable. The stench of dark magic and decay clung to the air like a malignant fog. His heart pounded as he followed the scent, his instincts sharpening. It led him to a small clearing, where three figures crouched near the ground, examining someth
