Alpha Derrick sat in his study, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden armrest of his chair.
His mind was a battlefield, replaying every recent move, every alliance he had made with the other alphas, and every failure he had suffered.
Kimberly was still out of his grasp, and Theo had outplayed him yet again.
His pride burned, but more than that—his thirst for power was growing unbearable.
His phone vibrated on the desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. He picked it up and saw Alpha Eduardo's name flashing on the screen.
"Eduardo," Derrick answered, his voice sharp. "This better be good."
"It is," Eduardo replied, his tone filled with a smug satisfaction. "We've found someone. A sorcerer."
Derrick's fingers tightened around the phone. "A sorcerer?"
"Yes. A real one. Not just some old hag throwing bones and pretending to read the future.
This one can track people. He can find Kimberly."
