Ceasar.

I sat at the alliance meeting, my patience wearing thin as I tried to stomach the presence of Echo's father, the Alpha King of the werewolves.

He was a towering figure, his physique imposing and intimidating. His rugged features were marked with the scars of battles fought and won, a testament to his warrior spirit. His eyes, cold and calculating, seemed to bore into my soul with a disdain that was impossible to ignore.

I could always feel his glare on me, a constant reminder of the animosity that existed between us. I knew without a doubt that if he had the chance, he would not hesitate to stab...