POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds (Titus)
The front doors of the Wildfire Pack House didn't just open; they disintegrated. Amethyst—as Sable—hit the threshold like a comet of ivory and violet light, and I was a heartbeat behind her.
As Titus, my paws skidded on the cold marble of the Grand Hall. The interior was unrecognizable. I had expected the traditional wooden carvings and hearths of a Northern pack house, but Joseph Conrad had turned this place into a cathedral of the Void. The air was a thick, oily sludge of necrotic energy that clung to my golden fur, trying to dampen the sun-fire that lived in my veins.
Beside me, Sable let out a low, predatory snarl. Her purple eyes scanned the darkness, cutting through the gloom with an intensity that made the shadows hiss and retreat.
“Jackson, b
