Chapter 101
Elija
Being the son of the elder of security means I'm no stranger to violence. I grew up with it—patrol scars, hushed stories of raids, and the quiet knowledge that most of us wouldn't live long enough to grow gray.
But the more I follow the Alpha's mate, her silver hair shining like a halo in the morning light, the more stunned I am.
The vampires have eluded us for months. I've lost two friends to rogue ambushes. In all that time, we've barely caught a handful. Ten, maybe, at most.
But the new Alpha?
He's killed more in one night than we've managed in half a year. Double the number, maybe more.
I know I'm not the only one feeling it. I catch other wolves stealing glances, eyes widening, shoulders straightening. There's pride in the air. Not fear. Not despair. Pride. For the first time in years, it feels like someone is actually fighting for us.
