CHAPTER 15

The water cascaded over Alph's skin, the rhythm of droplets pelting the shower floor was oddly soothing. But his mind was anything but at ease. Every drip seemed to resonate with the worry gnawing at him, a reminder of what had transpired in the woods. He knew the truth of it—this wasn't just some random act of violence. It was one of them. Cevillian pack.

The Cevillian pack had always been a thorn in the side of any wolf who sought peace. Unlike his own pack, which had learned to live with humans, the Cevillian pack had never accepted the arrangement. They abhorred them, thinking of them as nothing but a threat, an element that needed to be wiped off the face of the earth. They had waited a long number of years just for the opportune moment to strike, which would soon ignite a war and disrupt the delicate balance they had worked so hard to maintain.

Alph rubbed a hand over his face, and the moment pressed in all the more. All of the years spent trying not to be noticed, all those yea