( Raiden POV)
The Alpha chambers feel too confined tonight, centuries-old stone walls pressing inward despite their impressive thickness.
I can’t breathe.
Moonlight filters through tall windows, casting elongated shadows across the polished wooden floor where I pace with restless energy no amount of physical movement seems capable of dispelling.
My wolf prowls beneath the surface of my skin, agitated by memories that refuse to fade despite hours dedicated to pack business and strategic planning.
My hand closes around the ceremonial goblet resting on my desk, the metal crumpling beneath strength untempered by control.
Outside, pack territory sleeps beneath velvet darkness occasionally interrupted by sentry movements along established patrol routes.
The coun
