Kael dropped instantly to one knee, his large, calloused hand gripping the scout’s trembling shoulder with enough force to keep him from completely slamming his skull into the wet cobblestones. The bitter, violent rivalry between the Blood Moon and the Crescent Valley packs ran centuries deep. Their shared borders were literally paved with bad blood, constant territorial skirmishes, and generations of fallen warriors. But the sheer, unadulterated terror vibrating within this young man's eyes transcended any old pack politics or petty grudges.
"Breathe," Kael commanded. His voice wasn't a roar, but a low, grounding rumble of pure Alpha dominance that forced the scout's violently panicked heart to steady its frantic rhythm. "Tell me exactly what happened to Alpha Thorne. The mist doesn't ta
