Lord Derek stood at the precipice of war, his mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come. The tension between him and Lord Rahul had finally reached its breaking point, and as Derek watched Rahul storm out of the hall, he knew there was no turning back. What had started as a disagreement over gold had spiraled into something far more dangerous—a battle for the future of the werewolf realm.
The two great alphas of the werewolf packs had stood united to defeat Klaus and his dark forces, but now, their alliance was shattered. Greed, ambition, and power had taken hold of Lord Rahul, and his desire to rule as the sole alpha threatened to plunge the werewolves into chaos once again.
Derek walked out of the hall and into the cool night air, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the landscape. His beta, Aric, followed him, concern etched on his face.
