DANTE'S POV:
The Pack had been unnaturally chill these past few weeks, like the breeze before a storm. Since the marriage ceremony… and my father’s death… everything had become different, especially for me. A pack without an Alpha is vulnerable and exposed. It leaves room for power struggles, for old enemies to fester and push threats. So I was to take after my Father, I was trained for it all my life, but I wasn't ready at the moment. Emotionally I was almost damaged.
The elders, along with key ranks from across the territories, had deliberated. Their decision had been made: I would be crowned the next Alpha of Grayfang on the night of the full moon. The sacred night. The Moon Goddess’s night. A night that represents so much. A moment of clarity and strength and that night was today.
