Chapter 304

Third Person's POV

Old Alpha Leander had never been a sentimental wolf.

When raising his descendants, he favored sharpening their fangs and honing their instincts over warmth or indulgence. Mercy, in his eyes, dulled claws. Affection softened wolves meant to rule.

Among all his grandchildren, only two had ever truly received his personal guidance—Slade and Valerius.

And as expected, those two grew