Arthur’s POV
The night was thick with the scent of moss and blood.
Perfect.
I stood on the edge of the ravine, the wind cold against my jaw as I stared down at the Silvermoon valley below. Lights flickered faintly in the distance,little flames burning inside that quaint excuse for a kingdom. A place built on ancient laws, careful alliances, and laughable ideals of loyalty.
I would burn it all to the ground.
Behind me, footsteps crunched through gravel,deliberate, unhurried.
“Alpha,” a voice rasped.
Gregor.
One of my most loyal lieutenants,though loyalty meant something different to me than it did to most. To me, it meant fear mixed with usefulness. Gregor had both in spades.
“Report,” I said without turning.
He stopped a few paces behind me, his voice low. “The patrol teams near
