Alpha Gregor POV

The night was heavy with smoke and triumph. The storm had passed, but the air still pulsed with the heartbeat of battle — the mountain’s breath mingled with ours, raw and alive. Wolves from every pack raised their muzzles toward the bleeding dawn, howls rising into the crimson sky, a song of freedom and vengeance and survival.

I stood at the cliff’s edge, my fur still slick with blood — both mine and my enemies’. Around us, the snow was no longer white. It was the ...