DAMON’S POV
The doors opened slowly, deliberately. Like whatever waited behind them carried weight. I stepped forward without hesitation. This was it, everything I had worked toward. Everything I had chosen. The chamber was larger than any council room in the packhouse. Stone pillars lined the sides, carved with markings of old bloodlines and past rulers. At the far end, the elders sat elevated, watching.
Waiting, Nyra’s father sat at the center. Power radiated from him without effort, he was the king maker. The one who chose the next alpha to rule, the power that radiated off of him now was borrowed. It was borrowed because once I was the alpha king he would have to bow to me, they would all have to do as I say and worship me the way they worshiped the elders. As a matter of fact, I cou
