Chapter Seven

Derek stood close to the window of his overtly glamorous bed chamber that had the aura of a very powerful and mighty ruler. Yes, of course. Derek was not just a powerful ruler. He could be the most powerful that has ever reigned through the history of the death valley pack. His room had the ornate look of a warrior from historical times. On the wall of his room was a marble board that had tiny molded skulls of every ruler that had reigned through the history of the pack down to his father's reign. At the extreme were three sofas arranged in an order of the letter I. Two facing each other while one served as the point of intersection for them. A heavy glass table that reflected every bit of light that fell on it was in the center of the sofas. On the extreme were two human size statues of two of the greatest alphas . In one hand was a long sword and in the other were long claws. Fangs jolted out the mouths opened in what would have been termed mighty roars of the alphas in their primes