Alaric
The moment I stepped into the Grand Hall, the air shifted. The chatter that had filled the vast stone room evaporated in an instant, replaced by the sound of chairs scraping against the marble floor as every person present stood. Heads bowed low, voices echoing in unison.
“Your Highness.”
The sound rolled through the hall like a wave; reverent, fearful and hollow.
I took my time approaching the dais, each step measured and deliberate. The throne, once Bryan’s, loomed ahead, carved from blackened oak and inlaid with gold. The seat of power for this Pack. Now my seat.
As I sat, the leather creaked softly under my weight. My gaze swept across the room, and it didn’t take long to find him.
Bryan.
He stood among the other members of the hierarchy and elders, his posture stiff, hi
