(Raiden POV)
I tap my fingers against the ancient desk, feeling the smooth wood worn by generations of Alphas before me.
The folder beneath my hand contains information that burns like fire—Zion's greatest failure, neatly documented and verified. My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my skin, urging action that's been days in coming.
“It's time,” I mutter to myself, inhaling the rich scent of pine and earth that permeates the Alpha quarters.
Outside my window, pack members move through their morning routines, unaware of how everything will change before sunset.
The pup’s laughter drifts upward from the training grounds, mingling with the rhythmic sounds of daily life, which have continued despite the growing tension between leadership factions.
The sound twists something inside me—a r
