The moon hung high over the pack’s stronghold, casting an eerie glow over the vast gathering of wolves assembled before the towering stone dais. Hundreds—no, thousands—stood shoulder to shoulder, stretching across the training grounds in a sea of bodies. Warriors, enforcers, elders, and even the youngest members of the pack had been summoned. No one had dared disobey.
Because when their Alpha called, they answered.
And tonight, Tristan was furious.
He stood at the highest point of the dais, a dark, menacing figure against the night sky. His golden eyes burned with an intensity that made even the strongest warriors shift uneasily. His presence alone commanded silence, yet the air was charged with tension—anticipation laced with fear.
Tristan let the silence stretch, let it crawl under t
