Ronan’s dark, rumbling laughter echoes over the spell-link, making my inner wolf stir with violent, possessive heat."Azel loves the strategy, too," Ronan says, his deep voice purring through the comm-stone in my hand. "His claws are so sharp when he's calculating a takeover."Felix Reich, sitting across from him in the Star-Pack Citadel, lets out a harsh growl. "Then sign the war-treaty and let him work. I wonder which high-ranking battle-mage caught his eye."It is no secret across the territories that the Whitmore alpha elders tried to muzzle me, expecting me to kneel and surrender my blood-rights.They thought stripping my rank as Lead Enforcer would break my spirit. Instead, I established Frostclaw Hollow. I built my own perimeter, forged my own warding lines, and prepared to tear their authority down stone by stone.A warrior like Ronan Nightcrest—a True Alpha who never bows to any council—was bound to take notice.Ronan's voice drops into a low, smoky rasp. "Are you looking at
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