Chapter 69
Alpha Aldric
The night felt as if it was breathing heavily. I looked up at the sky, where the full moon was slowly rising—like an eye watching our every move. I was cloaked in black, the fabric woven from the sacred thread of the Black Wyrm, a material worn only by Alphas during ancient rituals.
The open field in the heart of the Blood Rose Pack was silent but charged with tension. At its center was the ritual circle, etched with ancient markings—symbols so old they were only used in ceremonies requiring immense power.
Present were Elder Imre—my father, who, despite his age, remained proud and strong. Beta Ryker stood serious and alert, his hand resting on his sword. King Lucian was slightly kneeling before the inscriptions, as if whispering to the wind. And Brianna—the witc
