ALPHA TIBERIUS'S POV

I sat in my swiveling chair, my hand supporting my chin.

I stared into space, the anger in me rising rapidly. Those good for nothing bastards I called men.

How could they allow themselves to be killed by a woman, and to the point of escaping.

Bunch of weaklings!! Stupid brats. Now, I was back to square one and even had to start from scratch.

One week is all I have! One week to get this done, then the revered obsidian throne would be mine.

I would rule over the entire werewolf kingdom and they would all bow to me.

But then, I still had one thing...