DARIAN
The halls of the packhouse feel emptier than usual.
I stride through them quickly, boots clicking against polished stone, and servants press themselves to the walls to get out of my way.
No one makes eye contact. Even the chatter I usually overhear in passing has died, and I know what they’re thinking.
“The Alpha’s in one of his moods again. Stay out of his path.”
They were of the mistaken opinion that I might do harm to whoever crosses me further.
Good. Let them stay out of my path. They were wrong to think I’ll do them harm, because even though I don’t concern myself much with the servants, that doesn’t mean I’m cruel enough to take my anger out on them.
But what can I say? I have a reputation to keep, and I was their Alpha after all.
I’ve been working myself raw since t
