Chapter : Scent in the Breeze

The DeLorenzo estate stretched across acres of untouched wilderness, a hidden fortress tucked deep in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains.

Surrounded by dense forests and sheer cliffs, the sprawling mansion stood as a testament to the power and prestige of the Silver Fang Pack.

Its towering stone walls, sleek black windows, and the faint hum of state-of-the-art security systems spoke of an empire built on strength, cunning, and unshakable dominance.

Inside, the estate was a stark contrast to its foreboding exterior.

The hallways gleamed with polished marble, and modern art pieces adorned the walls, each one meticulously chosen by Alexander DeLorenzo himself.

Despite the cold sophistication, there was an undeniable warmth that lingered, a reflection of the bond the triplets shared—a bond that no enemy, no rival, could ever sever.

Alexander DeLorenzo, the eldest of the triplets, sat at the head of a long oak table in the estate's private meeting room.

His sharp, silver-gray eyes scanned the reports spread out before him, every number, every detail sinking into his mind with ease.

The pack's financials, the expansion of their tech empire, and the latest rogue activity—it all fell under his domain. His expression remained stoic, his presence commanding.

"Four more rogue attacks in the past month," Alexander said, his voice low but carrying the weight of authority. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "This isn't random."

Alec, seated to his left, crossed his arms over his chest. His golden eyes glimmered with frustration, the wolf in him restless. "They're testing us. Seeing how far they can push before we retaliate."

Ace, lounging carelessly in his chair at the other end of the table, smirked.

The youngest of the triplets was the most unpredictable, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he toyed with a pen. "Let them try. I wouldn't mind stretching my legs a bit."

Alexander shot him a sharp look. "This isn't a game, Ace. If they're organizing, it means someone's pulling the strings. Rogues don't unite on their own."

Alec leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "Then we find out who's behind it and crush them. The pack needs to know we won't tolerate any threats, no matter how small."

"Agreed." Alexander's gaze shifted to the large map pinned to the wall behind them, marked with red dots indicating rogue sightings.

His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, his mind already working through potential strategies.

Ace sighed dramatically, tipping his chair back. "You two can play chess with our enemies. I'll handle the fun part—ripping out throats."

Alec rolled his eyes but didn't bother responding. This was typical Ace, always deflecting with bravado.

Alexander ignored the banter, his focus unwavering. "We'll increase patrols along the borders. I want reports on every movement, no matter how insignificant it seems. And Alec…" He turned to his brother. "You'll oversee the interrogation of the rogue we captured last week. We need answers."

Alec nodded, his jaw tightening. "Consider it done."

Ace stretched lazily, his muscles rippling beneath his black t-shirt. "So serious," he drawled, though there was a glint of anticipation in his dark eyes. "Fine, I'll behave. For now."

The meeting concluded, and the triplets dispersed, each retreating to their respective roles within the pack and their tech empire.

Alexander returned to his office, a sleek, modern space dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the forest.

He settled into his chair, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him as it always did. But he bore it without complaint—it was his duty as the eldest, as the leader.

Alec headed to the pack's training grounds, where the warriors sparred under the watchful eyes of their instructors.

He moved among them like a shadow, his presence both inspiring and intimidating. The pack looked up to him as the embodiment of strength and discipline, the perfect second-in-command.

Ace, true to form, disappeared into the wilderness, his wolf itching for freedom. He thrived in the chaos of the wild, his instincts sharp and untamed.

Of the three, he was the most unpredictable, the one who kept everyone guessing.

Despite their differences, the bond between the triplets was unbreakable. They were a unit, each playing a vital role in their pack's success and survival. Together, they were unstoppable.

But even they couldn't have foreseen how their lives were about to change.

As night fell over the estate, the moon hung low and heavy in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the forest.

A faint breeze carried a scent none of them could ignore—a scent that would turn their world upside down.

To Be Continued...