While Jackson was confessing his love to Lilith, in the alpha’s war room, a stone-walled chamber deep within the packhouse, Alpha Torren, Beta Marcus, and Gamma Greg convened with a shared sense of urgency. The tapestries lining the walls—scenes of werewolf triumphs over vampire clans—seemed to pulse with the weight of their task: protect Lilith, the prophesied hybrid, whose awakened wolf, Lirien, confirmed her destiny as the fulcrum of war or peace. The revelation of her bond with Jackson heightened the stakes, demanding a fortified defense against lurking threats—vampire spies, rogue wolves, and a pack teetering on the edge of rebellion.
Torren stood at the head of the oak table, his silver-streaked hair catching the torchlight, his eyes sharp with the resolve of a king who’d survived t
