Alpha’s Fury
The great hall of the Blood Moon Pack trembled beneath the force of Derrick’s roar.
Every torch along the stone walls flickered violently, the flames bending away from him as his rage shook the air. Shards of shattered glass littered the floor, the remains of the mirror he had smashed with his bare hand.
“She humiliated me!” he snarled, pacing like a caged beast. “In front of my warriors. In front of my pack!”
Blood dripped from his knuckles, but he didn’t notice. His amber eyes glowed brighter than the torches, his chest heaving with each furious breath.
Mona stood at the far end of the hall, silent and poised, her golden gown glimmering like a serpent’s scales. She had dismissed the guards earlier — wisely. When Derrick’s temper erupted like this, witnesses rarely survi
