Liana POVAfter I had taken over, the Silver Moon pack’s territory felt so unfamiliar that it was odd, but at the same time, I felt connected to it. This was my pack, my people, my territory. Tiara had been gloating in my head all the time. I had to let her free that day to march in the streets of the pack only because she wanted to assert her dominance. She walked proudly among the pack members, who bowed to her. As she walked with her head held high, I couldn’t help laughing and rolling my eyes. Modesty wasn’t in Tiara’s dictionary. If drum rolls accompanied her triumphant walk, she wouldn’t have minded it. In the evening, as I entered the Alpha’s office—the heart of my father’s rule—I paused to take in the scene. The large mahogany desk stood at the center, papers haphazardly piled high, as if someone had left in a hurry. The air smelled of dust and neglect, a stark reminder of how carelessly this pack had been managed.“This is where he made all his decisions,” I whispered, runni
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