Harley’s P.O.V.

The lycan Alpha broke the suffocating silence first. His voice was rough, but beneath it lay something wounded and unhealed.

“We had a strong friendship once, Lucian,” he said slowly. “So strong that no one could tear us apart. We trained together, we bled together, and we trusted each other with our lives.”

What?

Alpha Demetri and Grandpa Lucian were friends once?

My world tilted on its axis as I stared between Lucian and the lycan Alpha as if seeing them for the first time. My mind refused to accept what my eyes clearly showed: recognition, history, and something deep and painful passing between them.

They knew each...