Chapter 58 Fifty Eight
- RYAN’S POV
- The wheels creaked softly as I rolled into the old holding bunker behind the main training field—far off from the rest of the pack grounds, where no noise would travel. Beta Derek walked beside me, silent, alert. The guards posted outside straightened and bowed the moment they caught my scent, their necks bared in full submission, heads down.
- “Alpha,” one muttered.