Alpha Alder stood upright with his arms crossed behind his back, his fur cloak falling across his shoulders.

He met the arrogant gaze of the man in front of him.

Ronan Thorne was a man who thought himself an Alpha, but Alder could see right through him. Ronan wasn’t even a man yet. He was a kid, an unblooded who thought himself to be better than alphas.

This wasn’t the first time that Alder had met wolves like Ronan before. They were all bark and no bite. He knew how to handle them. ...