Nyx
Peace is a strange kind of noise. It hums under the skin, quieter than gunfire, but louder than silence. The compound has become a city in a short time, and the city never sleeps now. Drones hover over rebuilt trade routes, scanning for rogue transmissions, while wolves in civilian clothes move between markets that were once battlefields.
They laugh. They flirt. They rebuild. And yet… I can feel the fracture beneath it all. Some call me “The Eclipse Alpha”. Others call me a “ticking bomb”. They smile when I pass. Bow, even. But I see it in their eyes. The question that won’t die. “Can a female Alpha rule without a mate?”
The council chamber smells of old dust and expensive politics. The walls still bear scorch marks from the night the war ended. I sit at the head of the table. No
