Declan's POV
The world blurred around me as I charged through the forest, my paws pounding the earth. My father's scent filled my nostrils, driving me forward with a primal rage I'd never experienced before. Trees whipped past, branches scratching my fur, but I barely felt it. All that mattered was the hunt.
My wolf had taken over completely, silencing the human part of me that might have hesitated. This was what we were made for - to chase, to kill. And my father was nothing more than prey now.
I could hear him crashing through the undergrowth ahead, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Good. Let him feel fear. Let him know what it's like to be hunted.
Memories flashed through my mind - the bodies of fallen pack members, the crown that should have been mine, years of living a lie. Each
