Ryder’s POV

The moon rose slowly. Pale light filtered through the trees. Shadows stretched across the ground. The air smelled of rain, dirt, and wolf. Tension hung heavy.

The alpha was half-shifted. Gold eyes glowing. Fur along arms, chest, and shoulders. Muscles tight. Every movement controlled, yet raw instinct threatened to take over.

I followed him. Bond pulsing. Every heartbeat, every breath, every sense connected. Pain and adrenaline are mixing in my chest.

The beta appeared first. Smooth, sharp, confident. His wolves scattered around, keeping distance. He smiled. Malicious. Knew the alpha was weakened. Poison still in his system.

The alpha growled low. Half-shifted body coiled, ready. Pain evident. Silver...