The grand halls of the palace echoed with chaos as the rogues breached the outer walls. Howls pierced the night, a savage symphony of intruders hungry for dominance. Keidō, the alpha of the pack, stood tall in the throne room, his muscular frame rippling under his torn shirt. His dark eyes burned with feral intensity, claws extended from his fingertips as he assessed the threat. Beside him, Celeste, the mate of his trusted beta, gripped a silver dagger, her lithe body tense and ready. She ...