DAVE
Primal Territory
Power courses through my veins like molten gold, rewriting everything I thought I understood about my own nature. The poison that should have killed me has become something else—a catalyst mixing with blessed genetics to create a cocktail of pure, undiluted alpha.
My wolf paces beneath my skin, no longer the carefully controlled creature I've kept caged for twenty-nine years. He's present in every breath, every heartbeat, every thought that filters through consciousness sharpened to predator clarity. The world looks different through these eyes—edges sharper, colors more vivid, threats and opportunities painted in shades of instinct.
Four alphas emerge from the tree line like they own the place. My place. My territory. My pack.
Mine.
The word reverberates throug
