THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIWE
Alpha Hugo stood by the tall window, his gaze fixed on the wolves below as they carried broken bodies toward the healers’ wing. The fallen Alphas were barely recognizable bruised, bloodied, bones shattered beyond repair after their reckless attempt to tear the page of the one Alpha they should never have provoked.
Their arrogance had cost them everything.
With deliberate slowness, Hugo turned from the window, his sharp eyes landing on the figure seated casually by the hearth, the Alpha responsible for their ruin.
Alpha Asher.
He sat with deceptive ease, one arm draped across the chair’s armrest, the other resting loosely on his thigh. His clothes carried the scent of violence: blood, earth, and the acrid sting of torn energy left behind when the forest itsel
