CHAPTER 9

Nathan's POV

The moon hung in the night sky, a silent spectator to the tangled threads of my existence. The air in the Alpha's quarters felt dense, carrying the weight of responsibilities and secrets buried deep within. I sat at the grand desk, lost in thoughts that echoed through the silent room.

Memories of my mother flooded my mind, like the haunting melody of a long-forgotten song. She had been taken from me by the Ironclaw Pack—the pack we were about to wage war against.

Vows of vengeance echoed in the corridors of my consciousness, binding me to a destiny etched in blood and shadows. We would soon attack! When I eventually get hold of the fucking Alpha Black who kidnapped my beloved mother, I would pierce a sword right through his eyes.

And if he made the mistake of sleeping with my mother, I would cut off his genitals and feed it to the vultures in the Ceedron Valley where all the dead lay.

Dexter entered the room with an air of urgency. His eyes held concern, a rare di