LOGINAs soon as Ethan lifts the metal mic, a freezing silence sweeps through the Alpha Hall. Every single face turns toward his frame, waiting for the strike.Ethan draws in a slow, deep breath into his lungs before letting the words pour out of his teeth. "A decade ago, my boots walked out of the Valoria Ridge Art Academy as the top graduate of the bloodline. Alpha Rosa was my supreme hero. My wolf had big dreams, ready to change the battle maps of the world—until that dirty scumbag Luciano blindsided my life. Luciano was absolutely nothing back then. He was just a low-ranking, broke security guard watching the academy gates, barely able to read the pack laws! But he conned his way into my house, got close to my little sister, then kidnapped her and took disgusting, blackmail photos of her naked body!"Ethan’s voice falters, his jaw locking tight as his chest shakes to keep his wolf from shifting.Loud gasps ripple through the guards like a wave of pure disbelief."Wait—the president was
RAPHA OKOYE POV"Master Rosa, our entire alliance bows to your claws for bringing honor to the Valoria Ridge battlefield map competition," Elder Clement Morgan says, his deep voice carrying across the heavy stone pillars of the Alpha Hall.He bends his spine low in front of my training tracksuit, his silver alpha rings catching the bright lights. His words land like a final death sentence on Luciano’s rank, leaving no room for any more dirty lies. The crowd of mafia guards does not scream this time. They just let out low humps of awe, their heads nodding fast."My nose knew it," a scarred capo whispers from the second row. "The high panel would never mistake the scent of the supreme commander's ink.""Since Elder Morgan confirmed the mark, Luciano's fangs have nothing left to bite," another fighter grunts.Over by the wooden pillars, Amara Mensah’s face turns completely white as his last hope dies. Hot jealousy burns like silver acid inside his chest. He cannot accept that a garbage r
RAPHA OKOYE"What is that supposed to mean, Luca?" Luciano screams, his face turning completely red with anger. "How exactly am I a fake leader here?"Master Luca does not blink his eyes. He just lifts a grey eyebrow and lets out a mean, short laugh. "Come on, Luciano. Your inner wolf knows exactly what dirty tricks you played across the borders. Why are you acting so dumb now?"Luciano seethes with pure rage, his big chest moving up and down. Luca just leans back against the wooden pillars, looking completely relaxed and happy. His mocking eyes look down on Luciano like a heavy rock, making it very hard for the president to breathe.Luciano shifts his boots uncomfortably on the stone floor. He wonders if his dark secrets finally slipped out to the other packs. No, that is impossible. He covered every single track in the territory. The ghost painter he keeps locked away to draw his maps is totally paralyzed with fear. That poor wolf is far too scared to ever open his mouth to the high
"You!" Luciano screams, his chest heaving up and down as his face turns completely purple with rage. "Master Wilde, my claws have held back out of respect for your high reputation and old age in the packs! But do not test my patience any further, or I won't bother with nice words next time!""I don't give a damn about your nice words," Luca retorts instantly. "You think Amara’s piece deserves the champion crown? Fine. Let's see what the rest of the judging panel thinks about it."As dangerous sparks fly between the two old wolves, the host stands completely frozen between them. He looks caught between deep awe and total panic, his hands shaking as he decides whether to run away or let the storm blow the hall apart. Snapping out of his daze at Luca’s sharp command, the host scrambles to regain control of the stage, ushering the other high judges forward to cast their final votes.NARRATOR POV: RAPHA OKOYEThe entire panel of pack judges, just like old Luca, are complete fanatics when i
RAPHA OKOYE"I am just a weak omega who cares nothing for fame," Amara Mensah says, his eyes leaking fake tears onto his expensive silver-trimmed combat suit while the crowd watches. "If my presence brings trouble to Master Luciano's great name, I will gladly give up my place in this tactical contest right now."Amara always knows how to make himself look like a sweet, innocent pup since we were kids in the woods. His tears are just a big trap to get everyone to feel sorry for his clan. The surrounding pack warriors start whispering loudly, shifting their weight from boot to boot as they glare at old Master Luca Wilde."Master Wilde, your personal pack feuds with the association president should stay in the deep woods, not inside this holy hall," a border guard grunts angrily. "A judge is supposed to smell the skill, not use old grudges to choke a young fighter.""Exactly!" a high-ranking delta from a nearby pack barks out. "Amara just became Luciano’s direct student today. Do not let
RAPHA OKOYE"What is your old wolf seeing on that tactical map canvas, Master Wilde?" the pack host calls out into his microphone, his boots clicking fast on the stone floor of the Alpha Hall as he runs toward the front stage."Can we get the warrior who drew this piece up here right now?" Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars.Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brushwork, Lu
RAPHA OKOYE"Rapha, do not think your weak body is untouchable across this territory just because Elder Jabari has got your back in the Alpha Hall," Tade barks loudly across the breakfast table, his fingers gripping his knife like a mad beast. "You are nothing but a lowlife rogue from the trash bor
Elder Jabari Adebayo and Nia Bello’s father, who were seated nearby discussing territory trade lines, paused their heavy conversation to look over at us, their old faces clearly filled with deep concern for the family bloodline.Seth presses his lips together into a hard, straight line, his golden
RAPHA OKOYE"Seth, my alpha king, it is a massive, unexpected honor to have your paws inside our humble pack borders for this bonding feast!" Raylan barks out, his loud voice shaking hard as his boots scramble down the wooden stage stairs. His large chest heaves up and down, and his skin turns comp
“Rapha, remember what I told you before my spirit joined the ancestors. Until your twentieth winter, never reveal your true form, your power, or your scent.”Rapha Okoye repeated his mother’s final words in his head as he stared at the cheap, mud-covered rags clinging to his body. For fifteen years

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