Alpha Blackwood
Alpha Blackwood stood at the main gate of the Northern Pack compound, watching five figures in dark robes approach through the forest with movements that seemed to bend reality around them. The air itself felt different—charged with ancient power that made his werewolf instincts both wary and respectful.
“How many?” Kane asked quietly, positioned at his Alpha’s right side with the pack’s tactical team spread out in defensive formation.
“Five that we can see,” Alpha Blackwood replied. “But I suspect there are more we can’t.”
The lead figure lowered her hood as they reached speaking distance, revealing a woman who appeared to be in her fifties but whose eyes held the weight of centuries. Her silver-streaked auburn hair was woven with small bones and crystal beads, and the
