Chapter 16
- A werewolf ascended to the dais where each pack Alpha was supposed to give a small welcoming speech. There was nothing welcoming in this man. He was a figure of commanding presence, his physique a testament to raw power and agility. His broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his shirt, hinting at the strength that lay beneath. His legs were long and powerful, each step he took resonated with an authority that demanded respect.
- His eyes, lit from within by a passion that mirrored the potency of his speech, held everyone captive. They were intense and predatory - the eyes of a true alpha.
- "Serena," Natasha whispered beside me as she watched him with wide-eyed disgust. "That's Anden...the Alpha of the Southern Pack..."