Dylan's POV
My living room is filled only with the high-ranking members of the pack—those who have come to celebrate my victory in the gods duo. Soft jazz hums in the background, blending smoothly with the low voices and clinking glasses. The place is decked out with fresh flowers and the chandelier above throws golden light around the room. It suits the occasion, befitting an Alpha.
All the elders are here, including Elder Charles.
Those old snakes. I know they’re just pretending to be happy for me. After what they saw yesterday, I doubt any of them would ever want to get on my bad side again. I can see it in their eyes—the wariness, the fear. They don’t look at me the same way anymore. Something's changed. And it’s all because Titan is back.
But for some reason, he refuses to speak
