The assassin glared up at me, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath beneath the crushing weight of Kaelen Thorne’s boot. Blood trickled from his nose, pooling in the grooves of the linoleum floor, but the defiance in his eyes was unmistakable. He was a professional, likely a rogue mercenary p

The morning of the tribunal dawned bitterly cold, the sky over the Ironwood territory a bruised, suffocating gray. It was the perfect backdrop for an execution masquerading as justice.

Dr. Aris wheeled me through the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall. The sheer scale of the room was designed to in

The Great Hall devolved into a chaotic hum of frantic whispers. The pack members were deeply unsettled, their eyes darting between their beloved Alpha and the towering, terrifying figure of the Lycan Inquisitor who had just hijacked their legal proceedings.

Dr. Aris slowly walked around my wheelch