Third Person POV
He couldn’t believe it.
The best day of his life.
No, scratch that—the beginning of the best era of his life.
Garrett had scheduled a full assembly—every Alpha currently in the academy was present. And it was all for him.
Well, not officially, of course. But that didn’t matter.
The room was circular, high-vaulted, and drafty like all ancient institutions that liked to pretend they still held some kind of nobility. He sat in the middle, surrounded by leather jackets, glossy hair, and inflated egos. But none of them truly mattered.
He mattered.
His gaze swept lazily around the amphitheater-style seating, pausing just briefly on the Hollow twins. Their matching expressions didn’t twitch. Just a nod. The barest flick of acknowledgement. He smirked.
Good. They knew the
