Nathan’s POV
The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of something ancient—something violent—waiting to snap.
I stood still, my arms crossed over my chest, eyes locked on the man across from me like I was staring down a rotting carcass that somehow still had the audacity to breathe.
Dawson.
His name alone made the wolf in me stir with disgust. He was everything I despised in a leader—weak, bitter, reckless. And now, foolish enough to show up on my land.
Ivan stood a short distance behind me, silent, observant, his eyes scanning for the smallest sign of threat. Marcus was on my right, as solid and unbothered as ever. Isabelle stood to my left, her presence calm but alert, her chin slightly raised as her eyes—those sharp, fire-lit eyes—never left Dawson.
And then there w
