Devon’s POV This council chamber always carried a weight of nostalgia for me. Sitting here now, in the Alpha’s seat, I could still remember being just a boy running through these very concrete carvings while my father met with my grandfather. Fara was always with me back then, the two of us chasing each other along the walls, while the elders frowned at the noise.I could still hear my father’s voice, stern but low, warning me, “Tone it down, Devon, or you’ll get hurt.” And then my grandfather—stoic, powerful, but always indulgent, chuckling in that deep, rumbling way. “Let the boy be, Lyrion. He’s a wolf. Wolves are meant to run free.”Now here I was, grown, carrying the very weight they once bore. I sat at the head of the table as Alpha, Franco at my back with the solid presence of a Zeta, his aura filling the chamber like a shield. One by one, the elders filed in, their faces carved with the same displeasure. Their silence was louder than any words they could speak.Even Elder Th
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