Chapter 29

Nicolas POV

The Great Hollow roared with tension.

Flickering torchlight danced across the obsidian walls as the Alphas and Elders of the Two Great Packs filled the ancient chamber. Each clan bore its symbol, each Alpha their pride, but none louder than the hush that followed any whisper of the massacres. The air was thick with the scent of distrust, of wolves too long restrained, of fear buried beneath tradition.

I stood among them-cloaked in the colors of the Royals Pack, black ...