Zion's POV
Life never stops surprising me.
I was born into legacy, both a blessing and a burden. My grandfather ruled the Riverdale Pack with an iron fist—cold, strategic, merciless. To him, strength was everything, and loyalty was demanded, not earned.
Something that he would never have expected will carry hatred in the witches of Riverdale’s witches. That made at least Nirma Jones seek revenge.
He used every weapon at his disposal, every loophole in tradition and law, to raise Riverdale to its peak. But in the shadows of that glory lay fear, and I grew up watching my father try to undo the damage.
My father… he gave everything. Half his life was spent rebuilding what my grandfather had broken—turning tyranny into trust, fear into family. And when he finally succeeded, Riverdale beca
