ALPHA CYRUS
Where is he?
I will never forget the moment the news reached me.
I was halfway through a council briefing when the doors of the hall burst open and one of my sentinels stumbled in, face pale, chest heaving as if he had outrun death itself.
“Alpha… we were ambushed.”
My heart stopped.
Just stopped.
For a second, the world around me blurred… the murmurs of the elders, the crackling torches, the endless rows of carved wooden seats. Everything drowned beneath that single word.
Ambushed.
My first thought wasn’t of the men I sent.
It was of my son.
Draven.
“What do you mean ambushed?” I demanded, my voice deeper, harder than I intended.
The sentinel swallowed. “The scouts… the men you sent to accompany the young Alpha… they’re all dead.”
Silence fell over the hall li
