The Council of Supreme Alphas was no longer a distant threat.
They were coming tomorrow.
I stood in the observation lounge, holographic displays flickering around me with live feeds from every territory. The World of Supreme Alphas was a brutal hierarchy — twelve territories, twelve Alphas who answered only to the Supreme. Justin had sat at the apex for eight years, unchallenged. His prolonged silence had cracked the foundation. Territories were already maneuvering. Alliances fracturing.
And at the center of the storm was Lord Darius Kane — the Shadow Alpha of the Northern Reaches.
Kane had always been the rival challenger. Ruthless, ambitious, and patient. He had never openly opposed Justin, but everyone knew he waited for weakness. Now he was the one who had moved the Council meeting
