Vorian POV
“Alpha Vorian, please step forward.”
Councilman Basil’s command carried through the chamber. Rising, I adjusted my jacket and moved to stand before them, the weight of their judgment heavy on my shoulders. These words would change my life.
“I hereby declare that you have triumphed over Alpha Oren and have earned the rights to his pack,” Councilman Stravos announced, his voice deliberate, unyielding. “From this day forward, it will be known as the Shadowfang Pack. As tradition dictates, once you drink from this chalice, the pack members will be bound to your command.”
He produced a silver chalice one I knew well. It was the same vessel I had drunk from when I first claimed my title. After uncorking a small vial, he let a dark liquid, blood by the look of it, fall into the cup
