CHAPTER 79: IRON RIDGE
Selene's POV
Alpha Voss of Iron Ridge was not what I expected.
I had built a picture from fragments — Marcus's measured respect, Felix's quiet deference, the fifteen-year record of a pack that had honored a dead Luna's covenant without being asked to renew it. I had expected someone formal. Deliberate. The weight of that kind of steadiness usually produced a specific type of Alpha.
What I found instead was a man who met us at the gate himself.
Not in the entrance hall, not at the formal receiving room his Beta had prepared. At the gate, in the morning cold, wearing a plain jacket and the expression of someone who had been watching the road since before we left Nightshade.
