Mason’s POV
The sky was tinged gray as the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting long shadows over the pack’s territory. The tension in the air was thick, a heaviness that pressed against my chest as I stared at the smoldering ruins of the superstore. The building, once a bustling hub of activity and commerce, was now reduced to ash and rubble.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as rage bubbled within me. They’d crossed the line this time. This wasn’t just a provocation—it was an attack on one of our livelihood. And now, it was gone.
“Alpha,” Jason said, his voice low and cautious. He was one of my most trusted men, always calm under pressure. “We’ve confirmed it was the Ironclaw pack. They left their mark on the north wall before the fire spread.”
I turned to him, m
