Alpha Kingsley POV
The town was buzzing with activity the moment we stepped into it.
People moved in and out of shops, voices rising in cheerful chatter as traders called out to potential buyers. Wooden carts rolled across the dusty street while merchants displayed fruits, fabrics, and other goods under small shade canopies.
It was a lively small town.
Humans hurried about their daily routines, completely absorbed in their ordinary lives.
But hidden among them were others.
Werewolves.
Though most of them tried to suppress their scent, masking it beneath herbs or cheap perfumes, they could never escape my senses.
I noticed them immediately.
A pair of men leaning against a tavern wall.
A woman walking past with a basket of vegetables.
Two young travelers pretending to examine wea
