Ravenwood’s POV
The moment I stepped across the borders of Shadowmoon Pack, the air felt wrong.
Wolves gathered in uneasy clusters. Guards stood more rigid than usual. Whispers moved faster than the wind.
The newly elected Alpha, Alexa, was dead.
Found in Black Ridge Woods before he could even sit for his coronation.
My jaw tightened. Barely a week ago, the former Alpha King had fallen during a rogue attack. Now his successor was gone too.
Two Alphas in one week.
That was not coincidence. That was a fracture in the spine of a pack.
I pulled out my phone and opened the pack group channel.
Nine hundred and ninety nine plus messages.
Gossip traveled faster than scent.
“The Shadowmoon Alpha is dead.”
“He did not even live long enough for coronation.”
“Maybe the Moon Goddess reject
