The next morning started with chaos.
I was having breakfast with Maya and Dax when a commotion erupted in the main hall. Raised voices. The sound of furniture scraping. Then the distinctive growl of an Alpha asserting dominance.
“Stay here,” I told Maya, already moving toward the noise.
“Not a chance,” she said, following anyway.
A crowd had gathered in a circle. At the centre stood two wolves. Kaden and another Alpha I didn’t recognise. Both were radiating power, their Alpha presences clashing in the air.
“This is neutral ground,” the other Alpha was saying. His voice was deep and rough. “You have no authority to make demands here, Nightshade.”
“I’m not making demands. I’m requesting information.” Kaden’s tone was strained but controlled. “About wolves who might have passed through
