AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW

The heavy doors closed, and silence filled the large throne room. Only the sound of Xavier’s heavy breathing could be heard.

Douglas Volkov leaned forward slightly, his cold golden eyes studying the man who dared to enter his territory. The air around him was heavy and tense, almost suffocating.

Xavier swallowed hard, forcing himself to stand tall. Every instinct told him to bow, but he refused. He couldn’t show fear.

“Do you know what happens to wolves who step ...