A swirling portal tore open before Horace's building, its violent light cracking through the night like a split in reality itself. The Lycans standing guard stiffened the moment the energy rippled across the air. Their instinct kicked in—they knew only one person moved between realms with such authority.
Majestically, Horace stepped through the glowing veil.
The ground trembled beneath his boots as the portal sealed shut behind him with a sharp hiss, leaving only the scent of ancient magic lingering in the air. Every Lycan around him immediately bowed, heads lowered in deep reverence.
"Alpha," they chorused, their voices steady but humbled.
Horace didn't pause; he simply moved forward, his aura sharper than steel, heavier than the night. He entered the mansion, the grand doors swinging open before he even touched them—his power responding to his rising emotions.
Kai and Alex rushed into the grand sitting room the moment they sensed him.
"Alpha!" they shouted at the same time.
