Demyan’s POV
The fabric of my cloak brushed against the polished stone floor like the whisper of a storm. Deep crimson, it fell behind me in regal waves, the color of blood and fire, and today, of defiance.
I pulled the hood up over my head, letting the shadow fall over my face, then fastened the black mask. It covered my expression but not the heat that simmered beneath my skin. I was not here as a son today, I was here as the Alpha-to-be, and I wanted answers.
The hallway stretched long and cold, moonlight piercing through the tall windows. Each step echoed, loud in the silence, louder still in the turmoil of my thoughts. I didn’t want a war within my own home, but I’d start one if I had to.
I reached the east corridor the one leading to my father’s private wing, when a figure steppe
