The King’s POV
I walked beside Joe, my loyal Beta and oldest friend, the echo of our boots filling the long corridor leading to the war council chamber. The guards at the massive double doors bowed their heads and opened them without a word.
Inside, the council members were already seated—elders, generals, and pack alphas from across the realm. The moment I entered, every single one of them rose to their feet and lowered their heads in unison.
“All hail the Blood of the Moon, our Alpha King,” they chorused with practiced reverence.
The title rang through the chamber, heavy with meaning. I nodded once, then strode across the room and sat on the black stone throne at the head of the table. Cold, unyielding, and carved with ancient runes—it suited me.
With a wave of my hand, I signaled t
