The Alpha's Songs

Shadows stretched across the twisted roots and dense underbrush, casting long, silvered shapes that flickered with

predator, every muscle tuned to the rhythm of the wild. Tonight, something felt different. A faint sound, nearly indiscernible at first, reac

ace. There was an ache to it, a sadness that settled into his bones like a memory. Instinct prickled al

l, or merely a trick of the forest, something conjured by his own mind on a restless n

e trees, the song grew stronger, more distinct. The notes rose and fell like waves against the shore, c

he sa

wn her back. She was humming, low and steady, her voice merging seamlessly with the night. She wore simple clothes-a dark tunic and p

ail. There was something unsettlingly familiar about her, a recognition he couldn't

nough. She turned, and in an instant, her gaze met his. Green eyes, fierce

n he'd intended, and he held his stance, arms

t told him she was no stranger to confrontation. "Shouldn't you introduce yoursel

ssing in Silver Hollow," he replied, his

corner of her mouth. "Trespassing? Interesting word, c

a step closer, holding her

n't back down. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, her posture relaxed but unmistakably bold. "Fine, then. If introduc

her tone. "I'm not the one singing in the middle of a pack's territory,

he held his gaze. "I'm not looking for trouble," she repl

udying her face for any hint of deception.

eard there was a pack hidden in these woods. Thought I'd see if the stories

freely in Silver Hollow. They were a threat-a risk he couldn't afford to take. Yet, somethin

ds tasting like a compromise he hadn't meant to

yes as she nodded. "Dawn, then." She turned away, resuming her song, a quieter t

and return to the shadows. Yet, the haunting strains of her voice followed h

e forest, he knew this