POV: Korran — Alpha of the Splintered Pack
Snow fell in whispering sheets over Alder Ravine, settling thickly across the ruins of what was once a thriving pack settlement. Korran stood at the jagged mouth of the ravine, boots half-buried in white, breath curling in pale ghosts around his face.
Below him, his warriors waited.
Impatient. Injured.
And furious.
They had every right to be.
Last night’s skirmish—meant to be a clean retrieval—had collapsed into chaos the moment he arrived.
Rowan Hale.
Alpha of the Hale Crest Pack.
Korran grit his teeth, the sound almost lost beneath the wind. He remembered Rowan’s wolf all too vividly—broad-shouldered, dark-furred, moving with the lethal certainty of a born Alpha. A wolf who fought like death wore his skin.
A wolf Korran had no desire t
