DARRAGH'S POV
The second the bedroom door shut behind me, I tore open the verandah doors and stepped out into the night. The cold air hit me like a slap but didn’t do a damn thing to quiet the fire burning in my chest. I leaned against the stone rail, gritting my teeth, and let out a scream that ripped from my throat like a wild thing finally let loose.
I hated this feeling.
This powerlessness.
This tight, suffocating rope that came with carrying the Byrne name while my father still breathed.
I had tried. Moonveil had almost been different once. When I took over temporarily in my future, when he let go of the reins just long enough for the people to breathe, there was hope. I had cleaned up what I could. Stomped out his worst policies. Stood beside my wolves, not above them. But it di
