The Night of the Rejection — Silverblade Territory (Michael POV)
The night was heavy with tension. The moon hung low over Silverblade, a pale, ghostly witness to the turmoil inside the Alpha’s manor. The wind howled through the trees, carrying the scent of pine, earth, and something far more potent — the lingering trace of a bond thought long severed.
Michael paced the length of his study, his bare feet soundless on the cold wooden floor. The storm raging inside him was far louder than the quiet night outside. His wolf prowled just beneath his skin, restless, agitated, and dangerously close to surfacing.
He could still hear the echo of his wolf’s voice from earlier that day, the moment Nathan had stepped out from the car and run straight to Alpha Darius. The instant he caught the boy’s
