Morgan's POV.
I sat in the dimly lit room, my hands pressed against the cold surface of the desk. My fingers curled slightly, nails digging into the wood as I bit my lower lip.
The only sound in the room was my own shallow breathing, but in my head, Lycan King Darius’ words rang loud and clear.
"From today henceforth, my Luna, Sara, will be the new head of warriors while Morgan assists her."
A shiver ran down my spine—not from fear, but from the sheer rage boiling inside me. My chest tightened, my fists clenched.
My own step sister. My own lowly stepsister. Sara had already taken my place beside the Lycan King, and now this? My position as the head of the pack warriors? The title I had bled for, trained for, proved myself worthy of?
I clenched my jaw, trying to contain the scream
