บททั้งหมดของ The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Traci’s POV“Traci, you need to rest. You’re pushing too hard.” Corbin’s voice cut through the sharp morning air while I drove my fist into the padded target again. Sweat slid down my spine despite the cool breeze rolling through the clearing behind the old patrol cabins.“I’m fine,” I muttered, throwing another punch. The target jerked backward. Corbin caught it before it toppled over completely and shot me a flat look. “That response right there tells me you are absolutely not fine.”“Funny. I thought the dark circles and emotional damage gave it away first.”His mouth twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Traci,” he warned.“But Corbin, you know how important this is to me.” I stepped back long enough to grab the towel hanging from the fence post beside me. “For my survival. Out of everyone in this pack, you understand that better than anybody.”“Yes,” he replied calmly, folding his arms over his chest. “And because I understand, I also know you’re useless if you collapse face-fi

Traci’s POVBy the time Calvin and I finished training the sky had barely started turning gray. Dawn stretched across the mountains in thin streaks while cold mist clung to the training field like it refused to let go of the night. Sweat dampened the back of my shirt, my muscles screamed from exhaustion, and my lungs still burned from the drills Calvin insisted would “keep me alive longer.”Such a comforting statement before sunrise.Training at four in the morning had become routine months ago. It was the only way I could survive both worlds. Calvin pushed me through combat before anyone woke up, then I rushed back to the pack house to become everybody’s favorite servant by seven.Lucky me.Breakfast had to be started before most of the pack even rolled out of bed. Eggs, biscuits, bacon, fruit, coffee. Endless coffee. Wolves acted like caffeine was some sacred gift from the Moon Goddess herself. If the pot went empty for more than thirty seconds people started acting like civilizatio

Zayden’s POVPeople hear the words Alpha King and immediately imagine some noble male standing on a balcony giving inspirational speeches while dramatic wind blows through his hair.Absolute bullshit.Most days consisted of paperwork, meetings, threats disguised as diplomacy, and elders breathing down my neck about responsibility. So much responsibility. Apparently the kingdom would collapse if I skipped one council meeting.Tragic.My brother Raiden thrived in leadership. The male was practically born wearing a crown. Calm under pressure. Ruthless when needed. Strategic all the time. Packs respected him because he carried himself like power wrapped in patience.Me? I preferred chaos. Not reckless chaos. Controlled chaos. There was a difference.Barely.Raiden and I took over the Silver Moon Kingdom when we were sixteen after our parents died suddenly in their sleep. Poisoned. Clean. Quiet. Cowardly.Nobody was ever caught. Trust me, we searched.Every servant, guard, healer, advisor,