Back at the Stormheart Pack, the entire pack was on full alert, a whirlwind of activity driven by a mix of rage, fear, and desperation. Wolves moved in and out of the main hall, their faces grim and determined. Yet no one bore the weight of the situation more heavily than their Alpha, Azriel. He was the center of the storm, his fury barely contained as he paced the room, every muscle tense, his aura crackling with raw, unchecked power.
Azriel’s eyes were wild, glowing with the threat of losing control. His inner wolf, Thunder, prowled restlessly within him, snarling and clawing at the edges of his mind, desperate to break free. He barely kept his wolf in check, held back only by the responsibility to his sons and his pack.
Markus and Kaia had arrived just half an hour ago, their faces a
