Days later, I sat on the Obsidian Throne in the Royal Capital. A dozen of the continent's strongest Alphas lay prostrate before me.
The moonpetal incense was gone. The hall smelled of stone, oil, and frightened wolves.
They had hurried to the capital with chests of jewels, ancient scrolls, and pledges of eternal fealty. Each claimed to be shocked by Caleb's conduct and disgusted by his disrespect.
A week earlier, most would have followed his example if they believed they could survive it.
They had come because they feared my power, and their sudden loyalty carried the price tags of the gifts stacked behind them.
“Your gifts are noted.” I left the chests unopened. “They will be cataloged and used to restore the northern territories.”
Several Alphas shifted. Their bribes would repair d
