Alpha’s Fury
The celebration had long ended, but the halls of the Blood Moon Pack were not quiet. Shouts echoed through the corridors, boots pounding against stone as warriors rushed back and forth. The scent of blood lingered in the air, faint but unmistakable.
Alpha Derrick stood at the center of the chaos, his body coiled with rage. His sharp features, usually composed, twisted into a mask of fury. His amber eyes blazed like wildfire as he seized the arm of a returning hunter.
“You failed me,” he snarled, his voice like thunder.
The wolf dropped to his knees, trembling. His body was bloodied, his armor torn, though not by claws, Derrick recognized. “She—she fought back, Alpha. The girl—”
“The girl?” Derrick spat, his grip tightening until the hunter whimpered. “You mean Kimberly. M
