Claimed by the Straight Alpha
William’s POV
The wind carried the scent of rain and earth, sharp and heavy, through the broken streets of the abandoned village. I stood atop the ridge, letting my eyes sweep over the skeletal remains of buildings below, the shadows stretching long in the fading dusk. Ester pressed close, his warmth grounding me, his heartbeat a tether that kept my own wolf in check. But even tethered, my instincts screamed at me—danger was approaching. Not the kind we could handle with brute strength or teeth. No, this was subtler, deeper. It was cunning, like a snake coiled in the underbrush, waiting for the right moment to strike.