Chapter 116

Third Person

A guttural growl resonated from the shadows, followed by the distinct rustle of bodies—rogues emerging from the cover of huge trees—and a malevolent congregation led by a figure that exuded an air of sinister authority. The leader, a formidable presence cloaked in shadows, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with feral malice. It was a confrontation etched in the fabric of fate—the collision of opposing forces bound by an unspoken enmity.

Xander's gaze, a steely reflection of alpha resolve, met the rogue leaders with unwavering determination. His warriors fanned out, a seamless formation of strength, ready to defend their alpha and their pack. The tension in the air crackled like electricity as the two forces faced each other in the heart of the moonlit grove.

The rogue leader, a towering silhouette against the dappled moonlight, spoke with a voice that carried a sinister cadence. "Alpha Xander, the time of reckoning is upon you. We are