Alpha Bratva
And Alina shifted.
The force of it stole the air from me. Her body folded and changed so fast I could only stare. Then she was there, a wolf, silver as moonlight, not gray, not white. Her coat caught the firelight and seemed to glow. She was larger than I expected, stronger, and terrifyingly beautiful.
My wolf answered hers with a sound that was almost reverence. Mate.
She stood between Ivan and the rest of us. Her first shift, and she did not stumble. She did not panic. She lowered her head, lips pulled back from sharp teeth, and her eyes found her father, dark, furious, unafraid.