Three months later, the Shadowfang Pack was alive with anticipation. Alpha Damian had commanded a grand celebration in honor of his son Damon, who had just turned a year old. To Damian, this was no simple festivity—it was a statement to all packs across the northern region: his lineage was thriving, his house unshaken, and his strength unmatched.
Letters had flown far and wide under the Alpha’s seal. Among the honored guests were Theo and his Luna, Rina, alongside other prominent leaders—including Alpha Philipa of the Frostfang Pack.
When Philipa received her letter, she was thrilled. It would be her first time traveling far from her homeland, and more than curiosity stirred in her heart. She had long admired the name of Alpha Damian, a man spoken of in awe and whispered respect, a man w
