Eason Summers’ POV: For the first time in over 30 years, I felt a strange stir in my chest as I was being scolded. The Silvermoon Alliance was a mighty coalition of tribes, led by eight high-ranking Alphas, and I was one of them—the Alpha of the Silvershade Tribe. Within my tribe, I was an unquestioned leader, but when it came to Laurence Summers, the venerable patriarch of the Silvermoon Tribe, I knew better than to act with any sort of Alpha pride. “Another year, Eason. Where is your mate? Are we really going to let the bloodline of the Silvermoon Alliance’s Alphas fade away?” Laurence’s voice cut through the air like a knife. The eight of us—Laurence’s adopted sons—sat in silence, avoiding his gaze. Despite having grown into our own Alphas, running our respective tribes, we were still children in his eyes. I nervously scratched at my nose. For werewolves, finding a destined mate wasn’t a simple task. The situation was made even more awkward by the fact that none of the eight of us had found our true mate. Ivan Summers and Zain Summers, the oldest among us, had been paired with contract mates long ago by Laurence. But their children hadn’t inherited the qualities of high-ranking Alphas, which left the hope of the bloodline resting on the remaining five of us. If things didn’t change soon, Laurence would force us to mate with contract partners, all in an attempt to preserve the Silvermoon Alliance’s legacy. For the tribe’s survival, even an Alpha had to humble himself. Suddenly, Laurence’s tone softened, and he asked, “And what about your sister? After 15 years, have you found her yet?” A heavy silence fell over the room. The faces of my brothers, who had been passively listening moments ago, now wore expressions of sorrow. Our sister, Jenny, had been suffering from Mad Wolf Syndrome since she was a child. Every full moon, she would uncontrollably transform, attacking anyone near her. For 20 years, we had cared for her, but her condition worsened, even taking a toll on her memory. Fifteen years ago, Jenny disappeared without a trace. As a werewolf healer, blessed by the Goddess, I had been in charge of her treatment. That day, I was performing emergency surgery on a patient who had been pierced by silver, and in that moment, Jenny vanished. For the past 15 years, guilt and regret weighed heavily on me. Despite my healing powers, I had made no progress. Out of the eight Alphas in the Silvermoon Alliance, we were all adopted, except for Laurence’s biological daughter—Jenny. After her disappearance, Laurence’s temper had become unpredictable, and the burden was felt throughout the entire Alliance. It was as if a great weight was crushing everyone’s chest, suffocating us. My older brother, Ivan, Alpha of the Silverfang Tribe and leader of Silvermoon Enterprises, worked tirelessly day and night, growing more exhausted with each passing day, relying on stimulants to keep going. My third brother, Freddie Summers, Alpha of the Silvereye Tribe and the Alliance’s top mechanic, had been on a four-year leave after failing his psychological evaluation. Freddie … The room fell silent. At that moment, I felt a sudden pull in my chest and instinctively turned toward the northwest. My wolf spirit howled out in unison with me, “My mate!” All eight of us, including Laurence, exchanged looks of shock and excitement as we focused on the same direction. “I can feel it! My mate has appeared!” we all exclaimed together. But soon, the realization struck us, and we shared a stunned silence. “No!” Laurence roared, his face twisting with urgency. “I feel the pulse of my bloodline! There’s blood of mine in the northwest! She’s weak! Find her now!” Without needing another word, the eight of us shifted into our wolf forms, charging toward the northwest with unmatched speed. Frank’s POV: Every time the bone whip lashed against Susan’s skin, a twisted sense of satisfaction stirred within me. The silver nails embedded in the whip prevented the werewolf from healing, while the silver poison slowly ate away at her, forcing her to endure the excruciating pain. She deserved this. She had killed my unborn son. The whipping should have been enough by now, but I couldn’t stop. The thrill of watching her suffer, knowing I could tear her apart without anyone stopping me, was intoxicating. “Enough! The pups are waiting for their meal!” My father’s voice finally broke through. I halted, my breath heavy, my gaze fixed on the bloodied mess in front of me. There was something grotesquely satisfying about it—this macabre display of flesh and blood. What surprised me, though, was that the Omega still hadn’t died. Hmph, it must be the bloodline. Despite being an Omega, the Alpha blood that ran through her veins gave her remarkable vitality. Just the thought that she shared my blood made me sick. Fifteen years ago, I found her mother—a filthy, weak woman—while hunting in the woods. Had she not smelled of Alpha pheromones, I wouldn’t have given her a second thought. But after bringing her back, cleaning her up, and realizing she was surprisingly beautiful with a nice figure, I forcibly marked her, hoping she’d bear me an Alpha child. To my disgust, she gave birth to nothing but an Omega. If not for the trace of my bloodline in her, I might have doubted she was even mine. Now, I regretted it. A foolish Alpha female, who’d probably been used by countless lowly Omegas before I found her. Her womb was clearly tainted, which was why she had birthed an Omega. Disgusting. “I’ll take the first bite!” I shouted to my father. Once this Omega died, everyone would forget I ever had an Omega bloodline. My father nodded in approval, and I bared my fangs, ready to rip into her neck. Just as I was about to strike, I felt a sudden surge of fear. From my Alpha perspective, I saw a new, silver giant wolf rise from her body, its howl filled with defiance. Its commanding gaze was enough to make even me, an Alpha, feel threatened. “Companion wolf spirit! And it’s an Alpha one?!” My father exclaimed in shock.