The journey south from the jagged peaks of the Howling Pass was a stark contrast to their silent, tense infiltration. Now, the heavily armored convoy of the Blood Moon Pack roared down the mountain roads with the undeniable swagger of conquerors.
In the reinforced transport vehicle at the rear, the atmosphere was suffocatingly grim. Alpha Victor groaned, the sound raw and pathetic, as his consciousness slowly clawed its way back through the haze of a shattered jaw and severe trauma. He tried to move his arms, but the heavy, cold bite of iron stopped him instantly. He was bound to the steel floor of the transport, wrapped entirely in the very chains he had used to draw his dark power.
He opened his bruised, bloodshot eyes. Sitting across from him, entirely relaxed but radiating a lethal c
