Darius
The desk in my private study splintered under my fist. Wood shards bit into my skin, but I didn't feel the sting.
My heartbeat hammered in my ears, hot and thick.
Councilman Vane slammed his leather-bound ledger onto the table, the loud smack echoing off the stone walls.
His face was blotchy with purple veins bulging at his temples.
"You're sitting here playing king while our borders burn, Alpha Darius!" Vane screeched, his voice cracking like a cheap whip. "Three different pack delegations crossed the western river this morning. They aren't asking anymore. They are demanding an audience with the Moon Wolf!"
I slowly lifted my head, my eyes burning with an amber glare. I didn't say a word. I just stared at him until the old bastard swallowed hard and took a half-step backward.
