Torak moved through the corridor slowly with one hand resting behind his back.
His expression remained calm, but his wolf had been restless ever since the summons arrived.
Alpha Blackfen have never sent for him, and would never send for him casually.
The western corridor curved ahead beneath dim torchlight. Heavy banners carrying the Blackfen insignia hung between tall stone pillars.
Torak's boots echoed softly against the polished floor, and two guards stood outside the private chamber doors.
They immediately straightened at the sight of him.
"Beta Torak."
Torak gave a single nod, then paused.
His eyes narrowed faintly.
He sniffed once. Alpha Blackfen was inside. That scent he recognized immediately but there was another scent there too.
A younger male whom he knew not.
Torak's brows furrowed faintly. No conversation came from inside the room, and not even a single movement.
Torak reached for the handle without another word.
