That evening, we drove into Silver Ridge territoryâthe land of my so-called mate.
He had no idea my pack was coming.
A few weeks ago, Damon had reached out to the Council, requesting help. Rogue attacks had been increasing on his land, and he needed a strong pack to assist with security.
The Council sent us.
The Shadow Crescent Pack.
The most feared, most powerful pack in existence.
Most thought we were a myth. A legend whispered in fear. A pack that left no survivors.
But we were very, very real.
As we crossed the border, Damon's warriors stiffened, their heads lowering as our SUVs rumbled through the territory. They could feel the power emanating from us. Could sense the danger coiling beneath the surface.
Nova smirked from the driver's seat. "They're already intimidated."
Kian leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. "Good. Saves us time."
I watched from the tinted window as we approached the packhouse. Damon stood at the top of the steps, his arms crossed. His Beta and warriors flanked him, but I could see the unease in their stances.
They knew we weren't just any pack.
But they had no idea that their Alpha's rejected mate was the one leading it.
The moment our SUVs stopped, I stepped out, letting the cold night air wrap around me. My long black coat flowed behind me as I walked toward Damon, my pack following close behind.
His stormy blue eyes locked onto me.
He inhaled sharply, realization dawning in his expression. "You."
I smiled. "Surprise."