Chapter 127

The Wilson mansion was a grand, imposing structure that loomed over the surrounding landscape. Its stone walls and towering spires gave it an air of authority and power, a fitting residence for a family as influential as the Wilsons. Inside, the halls were lined with opulent decorations, from gilded mirrors to tapestries depicting the pack’s history. It was a place that exuded wealth and prestige, but for Drakon, it was a gilded cage.

Drakon found himself sitting in one of the many drawing rooms, staring out the window at the well-manicured gardens. The mansion was quiet, save for the distant murmur of servants going about their duties. As...