Leo's POV
I leaned back in the carved wooden chair, the heat of the Nigerian sun pressing heavily against my skin. Usually, I could tolerate these events, but today, my wolf was pacing behind my ribs, restless and irritable. The Alphas beside me were talking about trade and territory, their voices a low noise that I tuned out.
Ever since we landed, I felt like I was walking through a fog. Everything felt… off.
Groups of warriors stepped onto the field, bowing in unison. I barely looked at them. I knew the game. Some female fighters were already throwing scent at me, trying to catch my eye with a flick of their hair or a flex of their muscles. They wanted a piece of a Full Moon Alpha. I wanted to be anywhere but here.
But then, I felt it.
It wasn't a scent.
It wasn't a sound.
It was a pull…like a hook catching in my chest.
