By sunrise, everyone across the continent heard one thing: Alpha Kael was bleeding.
That news didn’t just ripple—it shook everything. Messengers raced through territories, spreading rumors about the assassin inside Silver Crest. Scouts noticed troops moving near borders that had been quiet for years. Suddenly, all those smaller packs who’d cowered in fear? They started second-guessing. Because now, the Alpha everyone dreaded looked vulnerable.
But inside Silver Crest, things took a darker turn.
Kael snapped. The mansion became a fortress overnight. New security laws—harsh ones—locked everything down. Warriors patrolled every corridor. Guards were everywhere, and nobody left or entered the territory without Kael’s word.
The pack lands felt suffocated. But it wasn’t fear of rival Alphas
