Authority Amidst the Ashes

VANESSA

The wolf in me—Lyra—was alive with power, her consciousness blending with mine as we stood between the two snarling Alphas. I could feel her satisfaction as both massive wolves lowered their heads, submitting to my authority. Something about being in this form stripped away all the human complexities, all the doubt and uncertainty that had plagued me for years.

In wolf form, things were simple. Clear. I was not a victim here—I was a force.

Roman's wolf, Kael, backed away first, golden eyes never leaving mine. Wesley's wolf, Mars, followed suit, though with visible reluctance. The dark brown beast still had his hackles raised, but he no longer challenged me. Good. I didn't have time for male posturing when people were dying.