Chapter 73
Varin's POV
The night air was heavy with the weight of unspoken truths, thick with the kind of silence that carried the echoes of betrayal. The flickering torches lining the outer corridors cast restless shadows across the stone walls, but their feeble glow did little to cut through the darkness that coiled in my chest, pressing against my ribs like a vice.
Draven.
His name had once been nothing more than a ghost, a distant murmur spoken in hushed tones, a shadow lurking at the edge of every whispered conversation. A relic of the past. A cautionary tale.
But now?
Now, he was more than a whisper. More than a forgotten name in the annals of our history.
He was the Alpha.
The title should have belonged to me. I had fought for it, bled for it. I had stood where tradition dic
