Alpha Dexter hid behind a tree just close to where Nina said they should meet.Moonlight painted the forest silver, but his eyes saw everything in shades of blood and opportunity. Below him, the happy couple strolled like lovesick pups hands laced, bodies brushing, Enzo whispering sweet nothings while Nina blushed like a virgin bride on her wedding night.Playing house, Dexter thought, lips peeling back from sharpened canines. How annoying, he sent her to spy, and she was playing happy couple.He had arrived hours earlier, slipping through the trees like smoke. The protection spell hummed around Silverfang’s border like a living thing, but it only opened for pure intentions. Good intentions. And every single wolf in Crestmoon carried venom in their hearts because he had planted it there. Years of whispered lies about how Enzo had murdered his own father, stolen sacred relics, and sold pups to humans for sport. All fabrications. All Dexter’s masterpieces. Hatred was the chain he wrappe
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