Alpha Rolan's POV

The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering off the walls from the fire burning in the hearth. I sat at the head of the table, my fingers drumming lightly against the carved wood, listening as my councilmen discussed the upcoming full moon festival.

Tradition demanded that I lead the hunting wolves into the forest under the full moon, a ceremonial hunt that reinforced my strength and authority as Alpha.

My attention drifted for a moment, but I snapped back as one of the councilmen, Darius began detailing the logistics.

"The pack will assemble at the pack house before midnight, as usual. We'll ensure the perimeter is secure,...