Three days after Darian crawled back to Silvermere with his tail between his legs, life returned to normal.

Or as normal as it gets when you're a dual-bloodline Prime Alpha running an underground pack of outcasts.

The morning started like every other.

Six AM wake-up. Compound perimeter check with Shane.

Breakfast in the mess hall. Lindsey's scrambled eggs and toast, the smell of fresh coffee filling the converted warehouse.

Zoe running through the day's schedule while I ate.

Tina restocking the med bay.

Finn and Marcus arguing over who got the last strip of bacon.

My pack. My family.

"Valtherion's bringing four of his Deltas today," Zoe said, tapping her...