ATLAS' POV.
A knock came on the door, followed by a voice calling out.
“Alpha Atlas, Alpha Tyler of Shadow Moon is here to see you.”
I didn’t move immediately. After a moment, I stood. “Show him in.”
The door opened a few seconds later. Alpha Tyler walked in, posture rigid, eyes scanning the room like he expected a trap.
“Alpha Atlas,” he said, voice formal. “Thank you for meeting with me.”
I didn’t respond right away. I studied him. Tyler was acting composed, calm—but I could see it beneath the surface, the tension in his shoulders, the tight line of his jaw. He was furious.
“You know why I called,” I said flatly. “Your Delta, Willow, came on a mission for Shadow Moon—and last night she killed a man. Beta Magnus. Dark Fang’s Beta.”
Tyler’s eyes flickered briefly. He fisted his fin
