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....