The night was silent, the air heavy with tension as Alpha Derrick slipped out of his pack house alone, moving like a shadow beneath the moonlit sky.
His heart pounded against his chest, not out of fear but sheer determination.
Whoever had called him earlier had sparked a fire inside him, a fire that demanded answers, demanded power.
He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
On the other side of the territory, Mona was doing the same thing. She, too, had received a mysterious call.
Unlike Derrick, she masked her emotions well. She had always been a careful planner, calculating her steps like a game of chess.
But tonight, she felt an uneasy excitement coursing through her veins.
When she arrived at the secluded location, a hooded figure stood before her, extending a blindfold toward her.
"Put this on," the figure instructed in a low, emotionless voice.
Mona hesitated. She hated being vulnerable, but curiosity outweighed her caution.
