Fractured Loyalties
Alexander's Point of View
The air in the training courtyard was thick with tension. Wolves moved in silence, sparring in pairs or running drills, but Alexander could feel the unease permeating every corner of his pack. Their movements were sluggish, their eyes constantly darting toward him when they thought he wasn't looking. Doubt had sunk its claws into them.
And he knew exactly who to blame.
Lucien.
Alexander stood at the far edge of the yard, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched tight. His mind kept replaying the events of the last few days—Elena's power spiraling out of control, Lucien's insidious whispers behind closed doors, the questioning looks from his most trusted allies. It was all unraveling faster than he could contain it.