Chapter 58 : Blood and Bond
Al’s POV
I had visited so many packs lately that their names had begun to blur together— but not their faces. Never their faces.
Each alpha I met carried a story behind their eyes: some with wariness, some with defiance, others with quiet, aching hope. They were leaders clinging to what remained of their pride. Some greeted me like a stranger who might save them. Others like an echo of the world they’d lost.
But beneath it all was the same look—the exhaustion of wolves who had watched too many of their own fall, too many homes burn, and too many nights pass without peace. They were tired.
Tired of Stoneheart’s reign.
Tired of pretending silence was safety.
Yet when I stood before them—not as a conqueror, not as a politician, but as a wolf who dared to dre
