Word of the Bloodline heir waking up inside Silver Crest raced across the continent before sunset, and by nightfall, every Alpha territory was buzzing with the same rumor: Kael wouldn’t hand her over. Everything shifted in the werewolf world. Old alliances fractured and ancient grudges flared up again. Somewhere past the mountains, powerful Alphas started preparing for war.
Silver Crest started to feel less like a territory and more like a fortress bracing for attack. Patrol fires burned along the walls, warriors armed to the teeth guarded every path towards the mountains, and scouts slipped between forests, hauling news from border station to border station. Sleep became a luxury nobody really got anymore.
Fear spread everywhere. Not the usual fear of rogues or invasions, but something
