Dax watched along with the rest of them.
The figure standing at the infirmary threshold was his Alpha… but he looked anything but like Kieran.
He was death incarnate.
He stood there in his wolf form…a rare sight in itself…however there was more. His wolf was much larger than Dax had ever seen, muscles coiled like steel cables beneath singed black fur…and he literally towered over the battlefield.
His muzzle was pulled back in a snarl, revealing fangs that gleamed more like daggers under the moonlight than actual teeth. But it wasn't just his size that froze the Bloodfangs mid attack.
It was the aura.
A suffocating, crushing dominance rolled off him in waves, pressing down on every wolf present. The weaker warriors…both Blackmoon and Bloodfang…staggered under the weight of it. Dax looked around. Everyone could feel it.
Dax's own knees nearly buckled, his wolf whimpering in submission before he forced himself to stand.
