Storms muffled the Black Hollow territory, leaving everything tense and quiet.
Sheer cliffs boxed in the old fortress where the Alpha Council gathered. Jagged peaks threw shadows across the slopes like the teeth of something sleeping and hungry. Guards stood at every entrance, weapons ready, as banners with Alpha crests hung limp in the wet wind.
Tonight, no regular wolf got through those gates.
This wasn’t a night for peace.
It was about fear.
Deep inside the fortress, firelight flickered across a circular chamber packed with the continent’s most dangerous men.
Alphas.
Seven of them.
Each one strong enough to shatter rival packs. Each one able to command whole armies with a word.
Tonight, these men—the true rulers—had shown up for one reason.
A girl.
You could feel the tension
