Alpha Elijah Alonso - POV
It was pitch dark around me, a suffocating blanket of night that mirrored the turmoil in my heart. My eyes kept drifting to the other side of my border, an invisible line that separated my world from the chaos beyond. Where the hell is he?
Impatience gnawed at me like a relentless predator stalking its prey. Just when I was about to turn back, a rustle among the trees caught my attention. My breath hitched as I saw four wolves sprinting toward my border, halting abruptly at its edge. The grey wolf in front shifted back, quickly donning a pair of shorts before striding toward me. I stepped out of my territory, my instincts on high alert.
"What happened?" I demanded, my voice low and tense.
"All my men are dead. Looks like your mate is a fighter," he replied, his words striking me like a slap. My jaw tightened in response. They couldn't even take down a woman, and the realization filled me with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
