Chapter 155

Viona's POV

Two weeks later

The packhouse was alive with a rhythm of steel and breath, wolves sharpening weapons, fortifying walls, and preparing for the trial that would soon crown our Alpha of Alphas. The tension in the air was sharp, but controlled, like a bowstring drawn taut. We all knew the trial was dangerous, yet necessary.

But when the heavy doors of the council chamber burst open and a breathless scout stumbled inside, the bowstring snapped.

"Alpha!" he gasped, his ...