Chase's POV:
The night had fallen thick and heavy around me, the air thick with the scent of damp earth, pine, and the promise of blood. I stood at the edge of the window in my private chamber, gazing out over the quiet expanse of the land. Beyond my mansion that I recently bought, the territory of the Blood Moon Pack stretched as far as the eye could see, the wolves unaware of the storm that was about to sweep through their lives. A storm I had carefully orchestrated in silence.
My fists clenched at my sides, the gnawing ache of rage pressing at the back of my skull. Leila. The pain they had caused her, the betrayal, the torment—no one would get away with it. The wolves of the Blood Moon Pack thought they were untouchable, that their strength and numbers would protect them from the consequences of their cruelty. But they were wrong. And I was about to show them just how wrong they were.