BLACKFANG TERRITORY
Alpha Darius sat in his high-backed chair, laughing. Across from him, his son and heir, Lucien, leaned forward on the table,looking a bit frustrated.
“You laugh now, Father,” Lucien said, his voice showing impatience, “but when the time comes for the Dominion of Clans to choose its Alpha King, you and I both know Killian of Cryptic Moon will be our greatest obstacle. The bloodline makes him too qualified. The others will rally behind him naturally.”
Darius’s deep laugh rumbled through the chamber like rolling thunder. He smacked his palm on the armrest, shaking his head. “Killian? That boy?” He chuckled again, almost mockingly. “You give him too much credit, Lucien. He’s nothing but a shadow of what a true Alpha should be. He's Incompetent, unstable. A monster his
