A fight for rule
Troy’s POV
My blood was hot, boiling like fire in my veins. Today was the day I’d make Damaris beg, make him see I run this city, not him, not Cain, not nobody. I came to New York a broken man, kicked out of my pack, cursed by the moon goddess for something I didn’t do. Nightmares of my brother’s blood kept me awake, but that sleeplessness was my weapon. In a city like this, you don’t sleep if you want to win. You stay up, you fight, and you take what’s yours.
Damaris was one of the first men I met here, a big shot pulling strings, thinking he owned the place. I was done with my pack, done with wolves, done with seeking the goddess’s mercy. I called myself human, shed my fur, and learned to rule.
Blade showed me how. It was all about power, wealth, and no mercy. Five
