Nightfang Dominion did not sleep.Its territory lay far beyond the borders of Shadowpine where the forests grew darker, the winds colder, and the moonlight thinner.Stone towers rose from the mountain cliffs like black fangs piercing the sky.Inside the largest hall, torches burned low.And at the center of the obsidian throne platform stood Alpha Darius Nightclaw.He was not a man who rushed.He was a man who waited.Tall. Broad. Dark hair falling over sharp features carved by war and calculation. His crimson-gold eyes reflected the firelight like embers that never died.The air around him felt heavy.Controlled.Until He stilled.A pulse.Faint.But ancient.Silver.Darius’ fingers tightened on