* Alpha Daemon *
My eyes were on Princess Arriane when she walk away from the platform without another word.
The cold wind caught the edge of her dark cloak as she descended the stone steps, her shoulders rigid despite the exhaustion I could see weighing on her. The crowd was too loud. Wolves screamed Alpha Roden's name to win the fight.
But she looked far away from all of it. Gaspar glanced toward me carefully. "Should someone follow her Alpha?"
"I'm going to."
I answered promptly. Conan smirked faintly behind me. "Look at that. Our terrifying Alpha suddenly knows responsibility."
I ignored what he said and walked after her. The corridors beneath the upper platform were quieter compared to the madness outside. Torches flickered along the stone walls while distant battle cries echoed
