Chapter Ninety seven

Draven, the exiled Alpha of the Shadow Pack, sat hunched in a worn armchair, his gaze fixed on the flames, but his mind a thousand miles away. He had been adrift, lost in the storm of his own despair, ever since Mateo, his former ally, had betrayed him and seized control of his pack. But something had shifted within him, a subtle yet powerful change.

The weight of defeat, the crushing sense of doom, was slowly lifting. The spark of defiance, a whisper of hope, had rekindled in his heart. He was no longer the broken, defeated wolf he had been. He was Draven, Alpha of the Shadow Pack, and he would reclaim what was rightfully his.

Jessica, his mate, sat beside him, her hand resting reassuringly on his arm. Her presence, a steady beacon in the darkness, fueled his resolve. She had been his rock, his unwavering support, even in the darkest hours. He looked at her, her golden hair catching the firelight, and a wave of love crashed over him. He would do this, not just for himself, but for he