Chapter 9. Bond Rekindling

The summit had begun under silver skies and wary silences.

Wolves from three neighboring packs gathered on the valley edge: Stormfang, Blackbriar, and Hollowpine. They came draped in war-cloaks, teeth bared in polite smiles, and masks stitched tight across their true intentions. These summits were ancient law—a bloodless space for negotiation, exchange, and showing strength without spilling it.

This year, Stormfang’s camp had never felt smaller.

Banners were raised. Firepits lit. Warriors lined the walkways in full ceremonial leathers, spears strapped to backs, eyes sharp. All the usual rituals—the feasts, the blessings, the shallow toasts—ran hollow, as if everyone present sensed that what truly brought them here was neither alliance nor custom, but the threat of something darker curling beneath the surface.

Everyone knew who the real guests were.

Blackbriar had come.

And at their center—him.

Caius.

Alpha by blood and by force. He str