*Silver Fang Pack, Midnight*

The moon's light shone over jagged ridges that covered the lands of Silver Fang territory.

The forest here had trees crawling thick across the borders. Wolves always whispered that Silver Fang’s soil never forgot blood.

Inside the war hall, long tables were pushed aside to make space for the gathering. Dozens of warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes fixed on the dais where their Alpha loomed.

Alpha Zaiden was not a man built ...