Djurek's POV
I paced restlessly near the grand window of my castle, my reflection a blur in the polished glass. The weight of recent discoveries pressed down on me, making each step feel like I was trudging through mud. Dante's behavior had taken a turn for the worse, evolving from merely eccentric to downright alarming.
"What game are you playing, old friend?" I muttered, my breath fogging the windowpane.
The pieces of the puzzle had finally fallen into place, revealing a picture that chilled me to my core. Dante, once a trusted ally, now harbored ambitions that threatened the very fabric of our society. He aimed to conquer the minor packs, to crown himself king of our lands. The audacity of it all made my blood boil.
But that wasn't the worst of it. No, what truly set my teeth on ed
