The hall doors slowly closed behind Weston.Through the heavy doors, I heard a raw, bestial cry, so hoarse and desperate it seemed to tear his vocal cords.That was the last of his fight."He's lost his mind," Chloe said, standing by a towering window and looking down at the departing convoy."Not only did he sign that ruinous treaty, but he also threw the Alpha's Signet, the very symbol of the North's authority, into the mud."Without looking up from the next document, I said, "He deserved it."With that treaty in effect, the North's most valuable resources were drained dry.The once-mighty empire crumbled, reduced to a second-rate pack on the fringes of the continent.And Weston became a walking corpse, his soul ripped out.Three months later.Weston abdicated his position as Alpha of the North.He left the pack in Damon's care and, with only a single servant, returned to the abandoned sacred altar.He rebuilt the altar with his own hands: white jade steps, stone pillars, and a statu
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