•Caleb•
His brow furrowed and his throat tight, he stared at the three large rings on his right hand. His teeth were clenched tightly and he felt the cold of the stone throne radiating from beneath him. He hadn't known cold since his change to Alpha, but he felt the draft. The emanation of a low temperature, or the shiver of a cold, inanimate object, still touched him.
And this throne, the throne on which he had often seen his father sit, was no more to him than that. An inanimate object. An object that he would most like to break and smash with his claws. But he held back.
The eyes of his subjects often sent shivers down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the fear in the eyes of the people who had watched him laugh as a child. His large appearance, the uncontr
