DARIUS'S POV
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The packhouse was still heavy with grief from Roderick’s funeral, but I felt alive, my coronation days away. I moved through the halls, my wolf humming with the thrill of power almost mine. Lila’s locked room upstairs called to me, her defiance a challenge I’d soon crush.
I paused near the elder’s chamber, voices low but sharp inside. Malik, the oldest elder, was speaking, his tone harsh and clear. “Darius shouldn’t be alpha,” he said, and my blood ran cold.
My wolf growled, rage sparking at his words. I pressed closer to the door, hidden in shadow. Malik’s voice carried, calling me unfit, a threat to Silvermoon.
Another voice, Marcus, joined in, steady and grim. “He’s dangerous, too reckless,” Marcus said, agreeing with Malik. My fists clenched, their betrayal fuelin
