We shifted simultaneously.

Valtherion's wolf was massive, jet black, rippling with muscle, built like a war machine.

I'd seen him shift before, felt the raw power of his Alpha form through the bond.

He was terrifying.

The kind of wolf that made other Alphas reconsider their life choices.

Standing across from him now, in my new form, I didn't feel small.

I didn't feel outmatched.

I felt equal.

We circled.

The training yard went dead silent.

Every wolf present was frozen, watching two Prime Alphas face off was the kind of thing that happened once in a generation.

Owen had his phone out.

Ariana was perched on a supply crate,...