Landon's POV
He'd never harbored thoughts of making me his heir.
He'd had me with someone for a reason.
A lowly woman, chosen for twisted motives known only to him.
And Elizabeth? She had always been the heir he groomed from the start.
From the moment she was born, her fate was decided, his perfect successor, his precious Alpha-to-be.
And I? I came years later because he needed something.
Because he wanted something.
My claws tore into the first warrior who charged toward me.
I pinned him to the floor, crushing his chest beneath my weight until he could no longer move, until his breath stilled and the blood drained from him.
"Why is his wolf so big?!" one of them shouted in terror. "We can't defeat him! Why is he so big?!"
Their voices were distant to me, faint and meaningless. I paid them no heed as I reached for another, swiping him aside, tearing through the next.
