Chapter 4 — The Prince's Suspicion

Prince Caius Silvermane

Prince Caius Silvermane stood at the window of his temporary quarters in Shadowmoon Pack territory, his steely gray eyes scanning the bustling compound below. The air was thick with tension, carrying a cacophony of scents that spoke of fear, suspicion, and barely contained aggression. His heightened werewolf senses picked up snippets of hushed conversations and furtive glances exchanged between pack members.