~Storm~
The meeting was held in the hall of a pack territory far from Winter Pack. Getting there wasn't a problem.
Karl had volunteered to drive me there, but I refused. The blizzard had stopped, but the roads were still covered in snow.
I shifted to my werewolf form and ran all the way to the venue tirelessly until I got there.
When I entered the room, the air was thick with the scent of dominance—leather, pine, and the metallic tang of controlled aggression. Ten alphas gathered in one space, each one radiating power like a physical force.
Any human would have been crushed under the weight of it. Even weaker wolves would struggle to breathe.
But I walked through it like it was nothing at exactly 3 am in the morning.
Every head turned to watch me take my seat at the head of the tabl
