ALPHA DARIO POV

The journey from Balecheya was a torturous blend of anticipation and frustration. It was the first time I was seeing my daughter, Isabel, in what felt like an eternity. The longing to whisk her away, to shield her from the machinations of the werewolf world, gnawed at me. Alpha Xavier, ever the astute strategist, must have anticipated my intentions, for he had sent her with Valerian, a hulking guard with a perpetual scowl and a temper that simmered just beneath the surface. One wrong word, one misplaced glance, and he would be ready to snap my neck.

Valerian was a Wolfshadan, the leader of the elite warrior...