~Aiden~

“Darkmoon will reign for generations,” one Alpha toasted. “No rival shall rise against you, Darius.”

Father raised his glass, smug as ever. “To conquest,” he said, “and to the new Luna, whose grace makes even victory sweeter.”

The hall erupted in applause.

My father, Darius, stood at the center of the ceremony. “Our mines yield more ore than any pack in a century,” he boasted to the circle of Alphas. “With Nightfang’s lands under our control, Darkmoon is ...