His Found Mate

The air was thick with the scent of desperation and anger. From the crest of the hill, Maksim, his wolf restless beneath his skin, surveyed the chaotic scene unfolding in the valley below. A riot was in full swing in front of Alpha Hansen's pack house, the angry mob pushing against the outnumbered warriors.

"I can't believe this guy," Darren murmured beside him, his voice low with disgust.

Roman grunted in agreement. "Irresponsible and poorest excuse for an Alpha."

Maksim nodded, his eyes scanning the volatile crowd. "I'm still trying to comprehend how easily we got into his territory."

His Beta, Antonia, stood quietly, her gaze sharp. "Or the fact that no one has approached us yet."

They had shifted to their human forms before arriving, a precaution against the unpredictability of a desperate crowd. Now, dressed in their clothes, they prepared to descend, a mission from the Alpha King awaiting them.