Back in Crimson Fang Pack, the atmosphere felt nothing like it once had.
Where there had once been structured discipline and confident hierarchy, now there was tension. Whispered conversations stopped when Asher walked past. Warriors trained harder—but without the same unity. Mothers kept their pups closer. Trust had been fractured.
Alpha Asher stood alone in his office, staring out at the training grounds below.
He had lost his Luna.
That wound was political.
But losing his Beta—
That was personal.
Rafe had been more than his second-in-command. He had been his shadow since they were pups. They trained together, bled together, celebrated victories side by side.
Rafe had been there the day Asher found his fated mate.
And rejected her.
He had still remembered Diana’s face that day.
