Kane's POV
The night was thick and heavy, the camp reeking of gunpowder and dust. I trudged into the packhouse, the air heavy with the tang of blood and the musky scent of wolf fur. Several of my warriors returned, battered and disheveled, their clothes torn, faces streaked with sweat and blood, as if they had fought three brutal battles in a row against a pack of Rogues.
"Reporting, Alpha!" the youngest warrior gasped, his breath ragged, a deep crimson gash running down his arm. "We… we all made it back safely, but—that woman—she… she refused to see you."
The words struck like a cold knife to my chest. My hand froze mid-air, knuckles whitening. Refused? Me? Since becoming Alpha, no one had ever dared say no to my face.
The room seemed to hold its breath, filled only with the warriors'
