The pack was buzzing. It was subtle at first, quiet murmurs under breath in the training fields, interrupted conversations that stopped when I entered a room, and those sharp, sideways glances exchanged across the long dining tables during meals. But by mid-afternoon, it was undeniable: Alexa’s presence was more than a ripple. It was a wave.
The older wolves kept their distance, watching her with guarded suspicion, their expressions unreadable but tense. They’d seen what happened the last time she held influence here, how quickly things could unravel when power mingled with uncertainty. They nodded when she passed, polite but cold. No one challenged her, but no one embraced her either.
The younger wolves, though? They flocked to her like moths to flame. She had that effect, easy charm, q
