Chapter 117

Third Person

Xander clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck taut as he resisted the urge to lash out. He knew the rogue's words were designed to provoke, to chip away at the foundation of the Red Moon Pack's unity. But the alpha was determined to stand resolute.

As the rogue leader's malevolent tirade continued, Xander's stoic facade began to crack. The relentless assault on his leadership, coupled with the haunting memories of a vivid dream, triggered a surge of anxiety that clawed its way into his consciousness.

The air around Xander thickened with the weight of impending dread. The images from his dream flashed before his eyes—a harrowing vision where he faced the rogue leader in a battle that seemed destined to end in his demise. The vividness of the dream collided with the reality unfolding before him, blurring the lines between nightmare and wakefulness.

A cold sweat broke out on Xander's brow as the rogue's taunts morphe