Chapter 10 Tyrant's Rise

• Dawn broke over Silvercrest, casting a warming glow over the territory. Chad paced the length of his office, boots thudding against the polished wood. The air inside felt suffocating, thick with the scent of old blood and disappointment. Every muscle in his body thrummed with restless energy. Sleep had become a stranger. The image of Bobby haunted his thoughts, her silver-blue eyes flashing defiance even when cornered.
• He slammed a fist against the wall, ignoring the sting in his knuckles. Weakness had no place in him. He was the Alpha now, and the pack demanded strength. Power. Control.
• Timothy entered without knocking, shoulders tense. “You called?”