Bound to the Dark King
It was appalling how, after all these years, I had to sit with those fucking traitors and discuss shit with them.
As we took our places at the head of the long, oak table, the air was thick with tension. I could almost taste the fear radiating from the werewolf Alphas as the meeting unfolded. Before our arrival, I had instructed my men about the purpose of this assembly and designated Rafe as our spokesman. Opting for silence, I maintained a stern frown throughout, which seemed to unnerve the Alphas more than the matters we were there to settle. After a brief and stiff exchange of greetings, Soren flicked on the projector, casting images onto a vast screen. The room dimmed slightly, giving p