Dexter

The crown felt just right above my head. For years we had waited for a time like this, and now it was finally here.

"I now pronounce Dexter as king over the Silver Wolves," Elder Cupa smiled as he held my hand in public.

Power is now where it belonged. I would wield it the way I pleased, and the Silver Wolves Pack would curse the day they made me king. I would avenge the blood of my father, of all the years they had stolen from us—and starting from now.

"Guards," my voice roared, as the guards assembled themselves in a straight line. "I want Elder Cupa and...