Chapter 13 The Alpha Wrath

The silence in the Crescent Moon Pack’s great hall was suffocating. The air crackled with unspoken rage as Alpha Roven stood at the head of the long stone table, his sharp claws digging into the armrests of his throne. His golden eyes burned with fury as he glared at the gathered warriors, the Beta Ulrich standing closest to him. His son, Dane, had disgraced him. The women had defied him. And now, whispers of his weakness spread beyond the borders of his own pack. Sienna, ever the loyal leech, hovered beside him, her emerald eyes gleaming with feigned concern. She placed a delicate hand on his arm.