Lincoln POV
I paced around my room, my boots thudding softly against the wooden floor, back and forth, back and forth, unable to sit still. The Alpha’s words refused to leave my head. They echoed there, sharp and heavy, each repetition tightening something in my chest.
War.
That was what the alpha who challenged Eryx wanted. And he wouldn’t stop until he got it.
I knew what his threat meant. He wasn’t just barking to scare us. He would bring war to Eryx, to our pack, to everything we had fought so hard to rebuild. And the worst part was that Eryx wouldn’t back down. He never had. He never would.
Over the years, Eryx had faced war more times than most alphas twice his age. Bloodshed, rebellion, internal conflict, he’d survived them all. Some by strength alone, others by sheer will. And
