The pack’s council hall stood at the heart of the territory—wide, circular, and carved from ancient timber darkened by time. The walls were etched with claw-marks and sigils left behind by past Alphas, each one a reminder of battles survived and bloodlines protected. The air inside always carried the faint scent of resin, smoke, and authority.
Kael slowed his jog as he approached, sweat clinging to his skin, his breath steady despite the urgency that had dragged him here. His instincts were on edge—tight, restless, like a wolf pacing inside his chest.
The guards stationed at the entrance straightened immediately.
“Future Alpha,” they greeted in unison, bowing their heads.
Kael barely acknowledged them. He shoved open the heavy double doors, the wood groaning low as if protesting what w
