The cool night air of the Bloodfang territory did little to soothe the inferno raging within Kyson and Xander. After Maverick’s decree, the Alpha brothers retreated to a secluded clearing, far enough from the packhouse that their fury wouldn't alarm the sleeping wolves, but close enough to feel the oppressive weight of their decision.
Kyson, raw with a desperate need to unleash his frustration, slammed his fist into the rough bark of an ancient oak tree. The resounding thud echoed through the silent woods, a physical manifestation of his simmering rage. Splinters bit into his skin, but he barely registered the pain.
Beside him, Xander paced like a caged wolf, a low, continuous growl rumbling deep in his chest. His movements were agitated, restless, his powerful frame radiating a barely
