Nightshade, Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, s

rship like a second skin. His pack saw him as ruthless, unshakable, and unbreakable. Few knew the scars tha

er take a mate from the bloodline of the other. It was a law older than

ntention of

the moonlight spilled silver over the forest, he felt a pull. A

He had enemies to watch, a pack to protect

mansion, Damian Nightshade surveyed his territory, his sharp eyes following the dark ridges of mountains

y order he gave echoed with finality. Yet in the quiet moments, when no one dare

n its ashes, he had inherited not only power but en

as something he had in abundance. His Beta, Kieran, often reminded him that alliances could be useful, that bonds between packs

lly not

onshad

pe could shield them from the cruelty of reality. They had taken much from him in the war, more than his warriors would ever know. And som

a bond that should have been sacred, beautiful. But for him, it was n

d did not care

sed his eyes. For the briefest second, a scent drifted across his senses - wild lavender an

reath, shoving the feeling a

set the path. And whether he wished it or not, it wa

eneath his fingers. His wolf clawed at the edge of his control, re

lp

nt, Kieran had been with Damian through the worst of the war. He entered the

urs," Kieran remarked, arms cross

steel. "And what would you have me do? Thro

move against the Silverfangs now. If anything, it's your allies y

rizon. "Let them grow restle

ly. "You can't keep resisting it, Damia

oulders broad and unyiel

d be what

er of his Alpha aura surged, pressing down on Kieran until his wolf whi

n he spoke again, was quieter but colder. "I will not bind myself

rn etched in his face, bu

half-light. "Prepare the warriors. If the Moonshadows

Kieran said, bow