JULIAN’S POV
The air in Bloodmoon territory was thick, tainted with the metallic tang of dominance that lingered in every corner. It wasn’t my first time stepping foot here, but every time I did, the same feeling settled in my chest—a sharp reminder that this pack thrived on control and secrecy. The gates opened slowly, letting my black SUV glide through the long driveway that led to Alpha Lincoln’s mansion.
Tall pines guarded the road, their shadows stretching long under the fading light. I could feel the watchful eyes of patrol wolves even before I reached the parking space in front of the Alpha’s residence. Bloodmoon wolves were trained to be discreet, yet their presence was impossible to miss.
I parked and stepped out, buttoning my black suit jacket, the faint scent of pine and rain
