Alpha Kieran's Perspective
The road to Moonveil territory stretched ahead of us like a ribbon of possibility, and my wolf, Dominion, was practically vibrating with anticipation as our convoy approached the border markers. I'd pushed my pack to travel through the night, arriving twelve hours ahead of schedule, but the urgency wasn't born from diplomatic necessity—it was born from opportunity.
"The Golden Wolf," Dominion said with hungry satisfaction. "Finally, we will meet her."
"Patience," I murmured, though my own excitement was barely contained. "We need to assess the situation first."
"Alpha," came my Beta Jasper's voice from the passenger seat, "are you certain about this approach? Arriving early could be seen as aggressive, especially given the... delicate nature of what we're hop
