Chapter 27
(Third Person POV – Darius)
The throne room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Silence usually brought Darius peace. It gave him room to think, to hear every distant howl carried through the mountains and every heartbeat inside the fortress. Tonight, however, the silence felt wrong. It pressed against the stone walls like something waiting to happen.
He sat on the obsidian throne, one hand resting on the carved wolf’s head that formed the armrest while the fingers of the other tapped a slow, measured rhythm.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The full moon had passed, yet traces of its power still lingered in the air. The scent of silver drifted through the open windows like the memory of a storm.
Then it happened.
A sharp pulse tore through his chest.
Not pain.
Not sound.
Power.
His eyes flew op
