Thomas Caldwell crouched low against the damp, loamy earth of the Greycrest Pack's ancestral forest, his gnarled fingers tracing the faint, almost imperceptible indentations in the soil. It was not a rogue wolf. It was not a trespasser from a rival territory. It was their own Alpha.For the past three days, Roman had been a ghost—a phantom leader who had abruptly abandoned his post. He had missed the sacred lunar council, ignored the quarterly corporate review that maintained their empire's human facade, and blatantly dismissed Thomas’s daughter, whom Thomas had strategically placed in Roman’s executive office to secure their bloodline.Thomas stood slowly, brushing the dark dirt from his impeccably tailored suit trousers. His amber eyes narrowed as he looked past the ancient pines toward the glittering, polluted skyline of the human city in the distance. Roman was hiding something.The pack was murmuring, the restless energy of the wolves bubbling into a dangerous anxiety. An Alpha d
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