Alpha Enzo's POV
I could still hear the fading echo of drums, the joyous roars of wolves celebrating their new Alpha and Luna, and the satisfied murmur of dignitaries from neighboring packs. The coronation was done, the feast winding down, yet Alpha Baron intercepted me before I could mount Ash and leave for my own pack. His grizzled face carried a mixture of relief and desperation, though he tried to hide it behind the noble bearing of a retiring leader.
“Enzo,” he said in a low voice, reaching forward with a handshake, firm and deliberate. “Just a brief moment, if you’ll allow me.”
I studied him for a second. The old wolf was proud, but pride had been stripped back during the ceremony. His daughter-in-law Irene had apologized publicly, on her knees in front of her people, her voice tr
