Zane stood in front of the borders, his eyes scanning the shifting bodies of his warriors, all poised and ready to engage. As he murmured his warning to Jarek and Ryker, his thoughts wandered briefly, tugging at the old wounds that had never fully healed.
The Silver Claw Pack was his birthright. He and Castor had grown up here, side by side, the sons of the former Alpha and Luna. But when their parents died, everything changed. Castor had been the one to take over as Alpha- not because he was the better leader, but because he was a "normal" wolf, not like Zane, whose rogue nature had set him apart even from his earliest years.
Zane had never let it bother him. He did not need the title or the power that came with it. Castor could have all of that. What had bothered him, though, was
