The night cracked open with fury.
Ronan lunged first, his body shifting mid-leap, golden fur erupting, claws raking the dirt as he slammed into Kael. The air vibrated with their clash, two Alphas colliding like thunderheads, power bleeding into every corner of the clearing.
Kael’s wolf was a storm of silver and shadow, his teeth snapping, his growl tearing through the air like a blade. They struck with lethal force, each blow enough to splinter bone, enough to crush weaker wolves outright.
The pack roared around them, torn between awe and terror. Some cried out for Ronan, others whispered Kael’s name like a ghost risen from the grave. The energy in the clearing was fevered, electric, every wolf caught in the pull of two Alpha auras colliding.
Lyra’s storm raged beneath her skin, answer
