“Alpha King.”
Enzo’s voice cut through the thick air, low but steady, as he turned toward Talon. The crowd silenced instinctively as the Alpha King stepped forward, his presence alone enough to still the restless murmurs spreading through the pack grounds.
Talon moved with deliberate calm, every step measured, every breath controlled. But those closest to him—Enzo especially—could feel the barely restrained fury coiled beneath his composed exterior.
In front of him stood Leah’s parents.
Leah was pressed tightly against them, her arms wrapped around her mother and father as if letting go might cause them to vanish again. Her fingers were buried in her mother’s clothes, knuckles white, her entire body trembling despite her effort to stand tall.
Enzo could feel it.
Her fear.
It rolled
