Chapter Six – The Alpha’s Burden
The council chamber was heavy with tension. Damian sat at the head of the long oak table, his gray eyes sharp as he listened to the reports from his warriors.
“Another rogue sighting near the river,” Marcus said grimly. “That makes three attacks in less than a week. They’re getting bolder.”
Damian’s jaw tightened. His pack was strong, disciplined, and well-guarded. Rogues rarely dared to breach their borders. But now… now they prowled dangerously close, as if driven by something—or someone.
“They’re being organized,” Damian muttered. “Rogues don’t move like this on their own.”
Marcus nodded. “I think the Shadowfang Pack is involved.”
A low growl rumbled from Damian’s chest. The Shadowfangs were rivals, brutal and merciless, known for their thirst for
