ALPHA GREGORY’s POV.

The cry cut through the wind like a plea. It was thin, repeated, and fragile.

“Help…please help…”

It lodged itself under my ribs. They were three words pulling at something I had plastered over years ago. My control. Order. And the cold logic of an Alpha who was always on top.

I should have ignored it. I should have let Mateo follow the sound and stayed with the war plans, the maps, and the council that wanted a leader who wasn’t weak.

Instead I rose.,

Mateo’s ears twitched. He looked at me for a heartbeat before answering the pull in his own way. He shifted into his...