Lorenzo
The lodge was alive with anticipation.
The hunt always brought energy into the bones of the pack, but this time, there was something sharper, something heavier in the air. Every wolf knew what I had declared last night. Every wolf was waiting to see if my mate—my fierce, stubborn, defiant omega—would run with us or collapse under the weight of her own fear.
They thought they were waiting for her to prove herself.
But what they didn’t realize was that I was waiting too.
I stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard as the sun dipped low, painting the forest in long shadows. Below, wolves prepared—checking weapons, fastening packs, sharpening blades, trading banter sharp with excitement. Their laughter and growls rose into the twilight, blending into something primal, somethi
