(DIEGO)
Humans and lesser wolves think an Alpha’s mind is a quiet place. They think power is just muscle, territory, and loudest growl in the room.
They have no idea.
Inside my skull, it’s never quiet. It’s a perpetual thunderstorm, a heavy, grinding tension between my human restraint and the ancient, bloodthirsty monster coiled at the base of my spine.
'The eastern line is secure,' Ares, my wolf, rumbled through my consciousness. He paced the dark corners of my mind. 'Miguel’s patrols found nothing but wind and scared rabbits. The boy hasn't moved yet.'
'He’ll move, eventually" I thought back, stepping out onto the balcony of the Alpha quarters. I didn't feel the cold wind. An Alpha’s blood burns hot enough to melt ice.
'The boy may a coward,' I added to my wolf, 'but a desperate c
