CHAPTER 14 —A Crown Forged in Blood
Peter
I woke to the loud drums. I turned on my bed and buried my head in the pillows to hide from the noise.
The room was still dark, the heavy curtains drawn, yet I felt watched, by the memory and the expectation of the ghost of a man who had once ruled this pack with a steadiness I was no longer sure I possessed. My father’s bed across the adjoining chamber remained untouched, the space cold and accusing even in silence.
I wish I could just lay in bed all day, away from all the stares, the comparison with my father and fake sympathy. Just get away from everything for one day but today, I was to be crowned Alpha. The thought did not fill me with pride, It just sat heavy in my chest like a stone.
I stared at the ceiling, listening to the low murmur
