Darius POV

Power.

The only language wolves understood, and tonight, power smelled like fear.

I stood at the balcony of my room, a jagged castle carved into the mountainside, my gaze fixed on the forests below.

My wolves patrolled like shadows, their eyes glowing in the moonlight.

The mountains trembled with the echo of their howls, a song of dominance that carried through the valleys.

Every sound, every movement, every trembling whisper in the night fed the beast inside ...