Modric’s POV
The Alpha challenge ended the moment the invasion horn sounded.
No elder needed to announce it.
No council vote was required.
Hundreds of armed wolves were crossing Ironclaw’s eastern border beneath the symbol of a pack that had supposedly died twenty years ago. The arena that had been prepared to decide which man deserved my title became a military command ground within minutes.
Warriors abandoned the stands and rushed toward their assigned units. Families moved in the opposite direction, crowding the exits while guards shouted instructions over the rising panic. Children cried. Elderly wolves struggled to keep pace. The Nightveil flag remained visible from the watchtower, black against the morning sky.
Gregor continued laughing from his knees.
Marek struck him across
