Lance’s POV
Darrin arrives to the training grounds a few minutes late, and looking irritated to find me already down on the field stretching and warming up. A crowd of spectators had already been forming for some time. They cheered for their alpha, although I couldn’t help but notice they didn’t sound especially enthusiastic.
Walking alongside Alpha Darrin was his Luna. His three sons walked a couple steps behind, followed immediately afterwards by his officers.
“None of them look happy to be here,” Delta Ramesh comments to me. I nod my head in agreement.
“I’m sure most of them had hoped for an easier transition of power, preferably to one of Darrin’s sons,” I suggest out loud, already knowing it to be true. “Now I’ll be the one calling the shots and deciding who, if anyone,
