Alpha Dorian’s POV
The council chamber was silent, save for the crackling fire in the massive hearth. Shadows danced along the stone walls, their flickering shapes as restless as the warriors gathered before me.
I stood at the head of the long table, my fingers pressed against the polished wood as I surveyed my advisors, each a leader in their own right, each bearing the weight of our clan’s future.
The First Clan had ruled these lands long before any of the lesser packs had risen to power. We were the foundation of the werewolf legacy, the guardians of our kind’s true strength. And now, that legacy was being threatened.
My patrol had reported Luca was in our territory.
He wasn't with the Lunar Alpha.
At Least I knew he wasn't dead after all.
I despised him. He was so full of himse
