SILAS POV.
TEN YEARS AGO
I was the youngest of four brothers, the last in line to the throne, and that meant I was often forgotten.
My eldest brother, Derick, had recently become Alpha after our father’s death. He was everything an Alpha was supposed to be—strong, ruthless when necessary, and determined to undo the damage our ancestors had caused.
The truth was, our pack had a bloody history. Generations before us, our ancestors had been greedy, conquering weaker packs, stealing their lands, their treasures, and their dignity. It had made us powerful, but it had also made us the most hated pack in existence.
Derick wanted to change that.
That was why we were here today, at the DarkSilver Pack—a pack that had every reason to hate us. Derick was determined to make peace.
I wasn’t sup
