MATTEO:
I can hear their whispers when I walk by — laced with fear in every eye, questions they wish they could ask.
Taking a deep breath, Blue Ridge hasn’t changed at all. The same old rules, the same old views, the same weight pressing against every breath.
But something different lingers in the air — the pack is restless, reaching its breaking point. It will be easy to carry out my plan after all. I can already smell the crack running right through Maximus’ throne.
Good.
He’s weaker than he thinks, and that already sets the ground for his downfall.
The guards escorting me kept their heads high, pretending not to be afraid, but I could hear their hearts racing and their sweat forming.
I smirked — ah, so they do remember what happened before my exile.
But they should be glad their
