The meeting happened in the shadow of the northern mountains—hidden, dangerous, far from any patrol, far from neutral ground, and nowhere near Silver Crest. An abandoned underground fortress, dug into the cliffs and forgotten by time, was the only place ruthless enough for the continent’s most powerful Alphas to gather.
No servants moved through the halls. No warriors watched the door. Only Alphas stepped inside, because what they were about to discuss had the potential to tear the werewolf world apart and never put it back together.
Colossal stone pillars rose from the floor, encircling the chamber. Ancient fire bowls broke the dark against the walls, painting every face with shifting shadows and flickers of silver in hard eyes.
The air was thick and poison-heavy with tension and somet
