Lorraine's POV
Astrid didn't wait for a response. The second the words left her mouth, she vanished in a blur of speed, a sharp gust of wind trailing behind her.
I stood frozen for a heartbeat, her words echoing in my ears.
The Alpha King.
He's on his way.
He's furious.
I'd heard that name before, but only in whispers, always cloaked in fear, never spoken directly. People were scared to even say his name, like summoning a monster from the dark.
The ShadowFang warriors used to speak of him around the fire during long nights, thinking no one else listened. But I had. I always did. They described him like a shadow carved from wrath, god like, untouchable, and cold enough to freeze the blood in your veins. They said he was the most powerful wolf in the kingdom, stronger than the most powerful wolf you could think of
They said he didn't forgive weakness.
Or betrayal.
Or failure.
They say he was ruthless.
