Chapter 17: The Clash of Alphas

The tension in the courtyard was shattered by a loud crash and a cut-off scream from the direction of the eastern gallery. Theron cast one last icy glance at Leo, a clear promise that this was not over. "Guard your charge," he said to Leo, the command in his tone leaving no room for argument. "I will deal with these vermin." Just as Theron turned to personally quell the intrusion, a far more savage, terrifyingly familiar presence washed over the courtyard like a physical shockwave. It was raw, oppressive, filled with fury and unquestionable authority, instantly drowning out all other commotion. It was Wesley. A deafening roar, unlike any from the Sunstone wolves or the supposed 'marauders,' tore through the night air. It was a declaration of war, an announcement of the Shadow Claw Alpha's personal arrival. "He's here," Leo's voice was a low growl. He moved instantly, placing himself fully in front of Emilia, his body taut