Leftover shell of a human.

The pack slowly lost its name. For a while now, Midnight Blood wasn’t discussed in new rumours, and Alpha Black didn’t make new appearances.

With the Ball date nearing, no wolf across the packs thought that they’d see Noah attend it.

He didn’t mind that. The less people knew about his arrival, the better.

Noah didn’t intend to travel to another territory to make friends or allies. He had enough of those, so the main reason why he agreed to attend the event was to discuss some details with the allies his parents gained years ago.

Some trades had to be made, new boundaries had to be built, and some disagreements had to be erased. He didn’t think about having fun; the whole idea about his attendance was purely business.

While his mind was full of thoughts about the Ball, there were far too many things he still needed to think about. Olivia and Enzo were the voices in his head Noah couldn’t silence.

Speak of the devil, just as his best friend’s name crossed Noah’s mind, he walked in