#Chapter 58: Crimson Leader

Alexander The cool night air burned in my lungs as I ran, my legs pounding against the forest floor. The distant snarls and shouts carried on the wind, growing louder with each step. My blood boiled, anger simmering just below the surface. A fight within the pack. Again. I thought our last meeting had settled their rage at least for a couple more days. Fools. “Stay with the kids,” I had told Lauren before bolting out the door. Her wide-eyed protest was cut short by the urgency in my tone, and I didn’t wait for her response. This wasn’t a situation she could fix. Even worse? This ridiculous fight cut into my moment with her. She was finally letting me in, even if it was just and inch, any now…now… My blood boiled, claws itching to pop. The clearing came into view, and chaos greeted me. Wolves of all sizes clashed in the moonlight, fur and limbs tangling as growls and snarls echoed through the trees. Some pack members remained in their human forms, fists flying and shout