There was an underground chamber in the pack.
Decades ago when dark magic was more common and well practiced, that was the location…but over the years, the room had grown idle and useless, until now….
The air itself felt different down there, thicker, heavier…
At the center of the chamber lay Prince.
He lies flat on his back on a slab of cold stone.
His arms rested at his sides, his expression calm.
He had accepted his fate at this point.
If it didn’t work, then he’ll die a proud Alpha, but if it did.. then he won’t make this power go to waste, he’ll kill Damein and take over everything he has.
Around him, black candles burned low, their flames flickering unnaturally, bending and swaying despite the absence of wind. Shadows stretched across the walls, shifting like living things, c
