The pack had become quieter since the news of Kenneth’s death. No one dared to speak of it openly, but the whispers filled every dark corner of the territory. The sudden destruction of the pack house by their Alpha, Jeffrey, hadn’t gone unnoticed, and the pack members moved about as if stepping on eggshells. The weight of mourning hung in the air like a thick fog, creeping into every heart.
Jeffrey’s rage had left a lasting impression. While the wolves were no strangers to the violence and unpredictability of grief, seeing their Alpha so broken was something new. It sent a ripple of fear through them, and in that fear, uncertainty began to breed.
At the heart of it all, Jeffrey remained a shadow of his former self. Since that night of devastation, he had withdrawn, spending his time secl
