Chapter 15: The Alpha Reborn
Ryan’s P.O.V
They used to whisper our names like curses in the north.
Frostfangs.
Wolves of ice. Born from blizzards. Bred for blood.
They called us legends once. Shadows in the snow. Death given claws and breath that froze the marrow of men.
I was born under a blood moon—first howl to pierce the skies of Winterhollow that night. That alone made me special, but among the Frostfang wolves, power isn’t given... it’s earned.
We didn’t live in dens. We ruled mountains. I led them—not because they loved me, but because I bled for them. Killed for them. Won for them.
Each fang, a victory. Each scar, a tale. We weren’t beasts—we were kings wrapped in fur.
To see us was to be hunted. To hear us... was too late.
But even kings fall.
One cursed winter, the southern kingdom came with their mages—fools with hands dipped in artificial cold. They brought incantations. We brought wrath. The snow ran red that day.