"Alpha King Jason, Luna Queen Kelly," came a voice, gravelly and strained like the growl of distant thunder. My gaze shifted to Alpha Draven, his stance rigid, eyes like coals smoldering in the dark. "While we speak of unity, my territory borders are being encroached upon by Alpha Carver's Eastern Ridge wolves."

There it was-the ember of discord that could set our fragile assembly ablaze. A territorial spat among werewolves might seem trivial to outsiders, but within our ranks, it held the ...