Chapter 64. The Alpha Rogue’s Past

The night was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire in Kael’s secluded cabin. He sat alone on a weathered chair, his silver eyes reflecting the flames. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a faraway look on his face as memories clawed their way to the surface.

“Alpha Kael Blackthorn,” he muttered to himself, the title tasting bitter on his tongue. “Once revered, now reviled.”

He let out a hollow laugh, his voice echoing in the empty room. The ghosts of his past were relentless tonight.

Years ago, Kael had ruled the Blackthorn Pack after picking up the pieces left of the Silver claw pack, one of the most formidable packs in the region. He was a leader who commanded respect, his presence filling any room he entered. Known for his sharp intellect and fierce loyalty to his pack, Kael was a protector, a warrior, and a visionary. Under his leadership, the Blackthorn Pack thrived.

He was a man of action, always on the frontlines during disputes or rogue at