The morning after the explosion of power was chaos. The entire pack was on edge, wolves pacing the hallways and warriors stationed outside the pack house, uncertain if they were protecting their Alpha—or preparing for another eruption. The forest still hummed faintly, silver veins of light tracing the earth like scars that refused to fade.
Inside, the great hall buzzed with tension. Every high-ranking wolf in the territory had gathered—Betas, warriors, healers, even a few of the elders who rarely left their dens. The air was heavy, expectant. Alpha Azeo stood at the head of the long oak table, his expression unreadable, the faint mark on his neck glowing with a pulse that matched McKenna’s heart.
McKenna sat beside him, wrapped in a dark cloak, still pale but alert. She could feel every
