Jaxon
The city had turned into a ticking bomb. Every day, Elvira’s life was hanging by a thinner thread. And if I didn’t act fast, the whole damn Tower would come down on top of us.
That's why I called the meeting. In secret.
No council, no scribes, no pretty speeches.
Just Alphas. The real rulers of this city.
The ones who knew what it cost to keep a pack alive when enemies circled and your own people sharpened knives behind your back.
We gathered in an abandoned steelworks on the west side of Morrien territory. A building too broken to eavesdrop through, too isolated to stumble on by accident.
The other Alphas arrived one by one, cloaked in shadows.
Laric of Blackthorn. Ilaria of Crescent Hollow. Malik of Ironfang. Even Cael of Hollowstone dragged his aging carcass out of retir
