Chapter 101 – The Weight Of The Crown

• Damon
• The wind howls through the dark valley, swirling clouds of dust and ash. The night is heavy, soaked in the scent of blood and sweat. The fallen wolves' bodies are lined up in the clearing, their faces frozen in expressions of pain and surprise.
• I stand before them, my heart pounding in a muffled rhythm, fists clenched by my sides. Behind me, Luca and a few other wolves still standing form a silent circle.