The Battle of the Alphas: Part One

The sun had just crested the horizon, casting long golden rays over the battlefield, as if nature itself was marking the start of a new day — one that would end with a kingdom’s fate decided in blood. Malakai and Amani stood side by side in their wolf forms with their army of wolves standing fiercely behind them, stretched as far as the eye could see.

On the opposite side, King Zander stood at the head of his own army, composed of the most powerful Alphas from the Pack Lands, their own armies standing just as formidable. They, too, were in their wolf forms, muscles tense, their eyes glinting with the same deadly readiness.

The King’s gaze locked onto Malakai, his eyes cold and calculating. There was no remorse, no regret—only arrogance, as if he already knew how this fight would end. Malakai’s fury was barely contained, his gaze burning with years of betrayal and the raw need for justice.

The Royal Council watched from the side in human form, mounted on their horses. They sat as impa