Victor's pov
I lay awake until morning, unable to wrap my head around the fact that I wasn't destined to be alone, despite what Elspeth had proclaimed years ago….
I had just turned eighteen. The entire pack had gathered in the great hall to celebrate Michael and me coming of age. Laughter and merriment echoed in every corner. My father sat proudly in his Alpha seat, though the sadness in his eyes had never truly disappeared since my mother's death.
Then the doors opened, and Elspeth walked inside.
The room fell instantly silent. She wore her usual black robes, but something was different that night, she looked terrified.
Her hands trembled as she walked to the center of the hall. I exchanged a confused glance with Michael.
Stopping before my father, she lowered her head. "My Alpha,"
