Rowan’s POV
One by one, the Alpha leaders of the surrounding packs filed in, their footsteps echoing against the stone floor.
The torches lining the walls flickered, casting jagged shadows across their hardened faces — warriors, leaders, people who ruled their lands with iron wills and sharp claws.
I sat at the head of the long table, together with Ansel and Asher. My brothers — my equals. Each of us Alphas, each of us carrying the weight of our bloodline differently.
Ansel sat rigid as a blade, every muscle coiled, ready to strike. Asher leaned back, eyes half-lidded but watching everything.
The room settled into a strained silence as the last seat filled.
Alpha Gabriel from the Shadowblood pack leaned forward, the scars on his face twisting as he frowned. “What’s the meaning of
