Eryx POV
The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of a rattle on the door.
“The Alpha wants your presence in the throne room,” he said.
He came closer to me, looking at me with a suspicious eye. Then he proceeded to remove the chain that held me, and he gestured for me to follow him, which I did.
We arrived at the throne room in no time.
The room exuded power and authority, a space where dominance wasn’t whispered; it was felt. Dark stone walls rose high, streaked with shadows that danced in the flicker of firelight from massive torches mounted along the sides. The floor was polished obsidian, reflecting the tall, jagged windows that framed the surrounding wilderness, letting the scent of earth and pine drift inside. At the far end, an elevated throne carved from blackened wood a
