A fallen Alpha must choose who he truly serves.
Some people earn trust with words.
Others earn it with blood.
Damon had already used too many words.
Now, all he had left were his actions.
The war council had barely begun when the guards announced an unexpected visitor.
“My King,” one of them said, bowing to Kael. “Alpha Damon of Black Stone Pack requests permission to enter.”
The room fell silent.
General Darius scoffed.
“He has some nerve.”
“He rejected his mate, nearly destroyed her life, and now he wants to stand in this palace?”
Several nobles murmured in agreement.
Rowan folded his arms.
“We should hear what he has to say.”
Kael’s expression remained unreadable.
“Bring him in.”
A moment later, Damon walked through the great doors.
He looked nothing like the proud Alph
