Chapter 47 The Weight Of The Crown

• Blake's POV
• The old man looked at me for a long, uncomfortable moment—so long that time itself seemed to stretch taut between us. His eyes held a paradoxical mix of serenity and an unmistakable threat, the kind of calm only dangerous men possess. I blinked twice, and in the silence, I could hear the minute flicker of my eyelashes cutting the air like knives in a still room.
• “I don’t think this is an offer, young Alpha,” Grandpa finally said, his voice low and absolute. “This is a duty. It’s a duty to do the thing that needs to be done. It’s a choice between the right and wrong, between light and darkness.”