Draven's POV
The Alpha’s office had never felt so suffocating.
Stacks of reports littered my desk, some crisp and freshly printed, others worn from the constant flipping of pages. Documents detailing pack disputes, negotiations for fragile alliances, and the ever-growing list of responsibilities I had inherited. The weight of leadership pressed against my shoulders, heavy and unrelenting, settling into the very marrow of my bones.
I should have been used to this by now. I had spent years preparing for it, watching from the sidelines, absorbing every lesson drilled into me. Yet, some part of me still felt like an outsider in this space, like I was a trespasser in a legacy that wasn’t entirely mine yet. The walls bore the scent of those who had come before me, their presence lingering in
