Samuel’s Point of View
Rose's team had just won, and it was mind-blowing. Standing up, I clapped, starting a wave of applause that spread throughout the crowd. My heart raced, not just from the victory but from the undeniable admiration I felt for her. "Seems like you're smitten," my father, Alpha George of the Great Wolf Council, smirked, his tone teasing yet knowing.
"And if I am?" I responded, unconcerned. The truth was, I had never seen someone command respect the way Rose did, even amidst chaos.
"Then I say good luck, my son." He patted me on the shoulder, his expression shifting to one of genuine concern. "You're going to need it."
I nodded, my stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and nerves as I headed off to find her. My father was right—I was going to need all the luck I
