🐺 Chapter Nineteen: The Unwilling King.
I limped past the wreckage of the truck, stepping over the discarded iron shackles, the sound of battle growing deafeningly close. The Northern Pack shifters, large and fierce, were highly territorial and deeply suspicious of the Silver Wolves, but their hatred of the Shadow Cult ran deeper. Elias's warning had been enough to bring them to the fight, but I knew my presence—the walking, living weapon they feared—would turn their alliance into hostility in a matter of seconds.
I needed to find Elias before the Northern Pack overwhelmed the final pockets of resistance, before they could see me—the notorious Anchor—and decide the Silver Wolf problem was better solved through my destruction.
