The Lycan King's Secret Heir
The mountain wind hit me like a slap, carrying pine, ozone, and fresh blood.
Beta Vance stood on his boulder, the scepter still pulsing in his grip. The enforcers circled the train like wolves closing in on a wounded deer.
"You're making a mistake, Vance," I shouted, my voice cutting through the wind sharp enough to make the enforcers pause.
Vance lowered his gaze, his thin lips curling into an amused, patronizing sneer. "A mistake? Human, the only mistake was your existence four years ago. The Alpha King let his sentimentality blind him. I'm simply correcting the ledger."