Third person POV
The sun had barely risen when the Rowland estate stirred with unusual activity. Servants moved quickly, their footsteps echoing through the vast stone corridors as they prepared for the Alpha’s departure. Alpha Rowland himself stood before his mirror, adjusting the deep navy coat that bore the silver insignia of his family’s crest: a howling wolf under the crescent moon. His thick beard was neatly trimmed, though the streaks of gray that threaded through it reminded him of the many winters he had weathered. His reflection looked formidable, stern, a leader who commanded respect. But beneath his hardened expression lay a quiet weight—a man calculating the risks of what lay ahead.
Today, he would leave his territory to meet Alpha Enzo face-to-face.
Rowland had been told c
