CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

ALPHA KING EDEN

I stood at the edge of the clearing, my eyes scanning the horizon where the dense forest met the darkening sky.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the ground, as if the very world held its breath in anticipation of the battle to come.

I felt the cool breeze brush against my skin, carrying with it the scent of earth and pine, the familiar fragrance of home. My heart beat steadily, a drum that matched the determined rhythm of my thoughts.

Beside me, Aaron stood tall, the resolve in his stance unmistakable. We had trained tirelessly, prepared relentlessly and now the moment had arrived.

Each of my warriors was armed, their bodies clad in leather and steel, ready to fight with fangs and claw to reclaim what had been stolen from them.

Aaron placed a hand on my shoulder, a silent show of solidarity. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a low, steady rumble.

I nodded, my jaw set in a hard line. “It’s time,” I replied, my voice firm and unwavering. I turned to