Chapter 50. Captives

Xander’s POV

The night was too quiet, the kind of quiet that hums with anticipation, where even the wind seemed to hold its breath. I stood on the hill overlooking the Silver Moon Pack’s borders, the faint glow of their territory bleeding into the darkness. Every muscle in my body was taut, my wolf clawing at the edges of my control, thirsting for retribution. Tonight, there would be no treaties, no negotiations.

Tonight, blood would be spilled.

The evidence was undeniable, and my patience had run dry. Alison’s frail body haunted my every waking moment, her life hanging by a thread because of Kendrick’s cowardice. My hands clenched at my sides as I turned to the warriors flanking me. My most loyal pack members, their faces grim and determined, waited for my command.

“Alpha,” Luke whispered beside me, his voice low and cautious. “Are you sure about this? The council... “

“To hell with the council,” I snapped, my voice a growl that made his wolf sh