Most of Wyatt and Evelyn’s forces had scattered into the woods, their ranks fractured. Some had switched allegiance, bowing to Ryder’s strength and leadership. Ryder’s massive wolf form towered over everyone, his power undeniable. One by one, wolves and vampires alike approached him, heads bowed low in submission. Their collective gesture left no doubt—he was now their Alpha King.
Ryder stood in the clearing, his chest heaving from the battle. The weight of what had just transpired was settling on him. Though victorious, the looming threats of Wyatt, Jayce, and Evelyn still hung heavy in his mind.
As the survivors retreated to the safety of the château, tending to their wounded, Ryder shifted back into his human form. Gregory approached, tossing him a pair of pants.
“Well,” Gregory said
