The Shadow King's Revenge
I have always known that power demands sacrifice. But I never thought I would sacrifice so much, so quickly.
New York was not my kingdom, not yet. The city reeked of steel, smoke, and human sweat, but beneath the bright lights and restless traffic, wolves prowled. Wolves always prowl. They hide in the shadows of every city, growling in silence, clinging to their fragile little bonds of loyalty. They whisper about honor, about tradition, about bloodlines. But I? I am above their pathetic games. I am the Shadow King. I do not beg for loyalty—I demand it.
And yet… even I had to be careful.
After seizing the Supreme Blood Moon Pack, after burning Batista's legacy to the ground and branding his throne as mine, I realized something important: one pack alone was not enough. No matter how mighty, no matter how feared, a single pack cannot keep a crown forever. Power spreads thin if it does not grow.
