Axel
Watching my packmates from a vantage point left me feeling stripped of my power, my authority—everything tied to my identity as King.
I kept my hands buried in my pockets, leaning against the wall in a secluded section of the castle, a place where no one could find me. An open window and balcony overlooked the wolf parade below, but I had shielded the view with a curtain to ensure no one could look up and see me.
The howls and laughter of my packmates drifted upward, piercing through the silence I had wrapped myself in. It was almost laughable how most of them hadn’t even realized something was wrong. Their king was supposed to be leading them, standing at the forefront of every ceremony—except, of course, when unavoidably absent.
Perhaps I should thank the fucked up goddess for whoever was ruining my life. Maybe they had also blinded my people to the obvious.
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