Josiah
The night was heavy with silence, yet the pack hummed with restless whispers. Word had traveled quickly… too quickly, that their Alpha had summoned Beta Niagra to the sacred grounds to sever their bond. None of them had seen such a thing in their lifetime, and the thought of it alone sent fear rippling through their ranks. To sever an Alpha–Beta bond was to tear at something ancient, something rooted in the Goddess’s own design.
I walked through the corridor of the Crimson Keep with purpose, my gamma, Callen, at my side. He carried the ancestral blade, its curved silver edge gleaming under torchlight. My jaw was tight, my blood a storm beneath my skin. Tonight, I was ending something that should have been ended long ago. Something that should never have happened. I never should ha
