Chapter 155

Third Person's POV

Cerys was the kind of wolf that made even seasoned Alphas pause. If she ever crossed the threshold of another pack's den as a mate, it would feel like the heavens themselves bowed. Today, Leander had deliberately tested the sharpness of her fangs.

Around them, a throng of young wolves and heirs felt the weight of the den's gaze like iron collars. Callum and Leander were not pack