Kingston
Tensions buzzed through the air like electricity before a storm. Throughout all of the chaos of the last few weeks, simmering beneath the surface had been the impending Alpha King elections.
I had nearly forgotten about them in the chaos of the lab burning down. And Cora.
Cora, covered in soot and ash. Cora, coughing up smoke-filled air.
But alive. Thankfully, alive.
And now that I knew she was safe and that she had saved the research, I could focus on the elections once again.
The first round of the Alpha King pre-election had begun, and the Silverfang estate felt like it was holding its breath. Every pack was watching. Every rumor was ammunition. And every misstep would be recorded, magnified, and dissected until it bled.
I had expected scrutiny—hell, I’d prepared fo
