Emily’s POV He looked so pathetic in that chair. Jacob—once towering, once terrifying, once the name whispered with reverence throughout the lands—now hunched over a desk like a frightened scribe. His hand trembled as he dipped the quill into ink, smearing black across the edge of the parchment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, lips pressed tight in pain. The poison had settled into his bones by now. It wouldn’t kill him quickly. That would’ve been too kind. I leaned against the cold stone wall, arms folded, and said nothing as he scrawled the final sentence. “…and with this letter, I hereby declare Emily Aldane as the rightful Alpha of Galahad Pack, worthy of your allegiance, worthy of your fear.” He paused. Then, begrudgingly, signed his name. Jacob. I stepped forward slowly, the sound of my boots echoing through the silent chamber. The guard at the door stiffened at my presence. “Send them,” I ordered. “Now.” The guard took the sealed letters with a nod and hurried off into
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