Alpha Darius stood unmoved, his mismatched eyes—one as cold as winter, the other burning like embers—locked onto High Lord Rhovan. His presence alone silenced the crowd.
He took a slow step forward. The faint sound of his boots against the marble floor was the only noise in the vast space.
“I will do nothing,” he repeated. His voice was calm, but laced with authority.
A murmur rippled through the gathered Alphas. Some shifted uncomfortably. Others clenched their fists, bristling at his defiance.
Alpha Valren sneered. “So, the infamous Shadow Fang Alpha finally graces us with his presence.”
His voice dripped with mockery. “Tell me, Darius, was it cowardice or arrogance that kept you away?”
Darius didn’t even spare him a glance.
Instead, he walked past them all, stopping only when he
