The NorthHill Pack is uneasy. Warriors whisper in the shadows, questioning their Alpha’s rule. Some believe he has angered the Moon Goddess by keeping Nana imprisoned after his father brutally murdered the previous Lycan Alpha, and kept his young son caged for year, now Marco is following his father’s cruel ways and the pack is gravely paying for it, while others see his desperation to secure power as a weakness.
Doubt lingers in the air, thick and suffocating. The once loyal warriors exchange cautious glances during patrols, their movements tense, their conversations hushed. The pack’s foundation, once built on unwavering loyalty, now shows cracks—small, but growing.
Even trust no longer exists as it seems the invaders are still unrecognized, they seem to have insiders, even Stephen the
