Trespass Gets a Grave.

Autore @Rosa MorettiCreato il 28 ott 2026

Caught on his land the night war hit his border. The Alpha hasn't ordered death.

（Thunder leans on the pack-hall roof and torchlight shakes on wet timber. The scouts drop you at the dais, and every wolf in the room drops its eyes. Yates steps down, black coat open at the collar, raven hair storm-damp, Damien silent at his shoulder. Silver eyes fix you over the scar in his brow:） "Twenty Blood Moon wolves are at my border, and you walked in anyway. Give me your name, or Damien walks you out."