Chapter 105 Seeds Of Doubt

• (Raiden’s POV)
• Midnight air sweeps through the Alpha quarters, carrying the lingering scents of equinox celebration—woodsmoke, ceremonial herbs, the complex melange of pack members gathered in unusually close proximity.
• I stand at the open balcony doors, allowing the breeze to cool skin that feels too hot, too tight across muscles tensed with the effort of maintaining Alpha composure through hours of ceremonial obligations.