(Raiden POV)
The rain falls in relentless sheets across pack territory, transforming the afternoon into premature twilight, which perfectly suits my mood.
From my position in the eastern watchtower, I can observe the settlement without being immediately visible.
It’s a tactical advantage in this ongoing conflict that has evolved beyond disagreement into territory far more personal than I publicly acknowledge.
Water streams down the ancient stone, creating rivulets that mirror the cold sensation tracking down my spine as I watch Zion's unmistakable figure approach the charity headquarters where Siena has retreated following our council confrontation.
I hate him.
No, it’s far worse than that.
I loathe him.
Lightning fractures the gray sky, illuminating th
