The full moon hung heavy and blood-red over the sacred gathering grounds, bathing the ancient stone amphitheater in an ominous crimson light. Hundreds of wolves from the Blackwood Pack and allied territories had assembled, their combined scents creating a thick, volatile fog of power, loyalty, and barely-contained aggression. Torches flickered around the central platform, casting long, dancing shadows across the carved rock where generations of Alphas had claimed their dominance.
Damien Blackwood stood at the center of the platform like a living god of war and sin. Shirtless, his powerful, battle-scarred body gleamed under the moonlight. Silver threaded his dark hair like veins of lightning, and his bourbon eyes glowed with pure Alpha authority. He was the undisputed king — ruthless, magn
