ALPHA Magnus Andersen
"The young wolf scholar from the Moonfang Pack?"
"Look at his throat," another Alpha mutters in disbelief. "He's wearing the Silverclaw royal mark! He's bound to Magnus Andersen!"
Magnus places his heavy arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his side as we walk into the grand foyer. Standing near the center of the hall, surrounded by Egon Andersen and Ulrich Andersen, is my father, Supreme Alpha King Tronte Nielsen, alongside my eldest brother, Magnus Nielsen.
Tronte's face turns pale the moment his eyes land on me. He takes a step forward, his fists clenching at his sides as he notices the red mark on my neck and the dark velvet clothes bearing the Andersen coat of arms.