Pyotr Morozova
The chill that ran through my bones wasn't just from the cold air; it was from the sheer magnitude of what lay before me. I was surrounded by wolves, each and every one of them paying homage to Vladimir as their leader. How on Earth had he managed to amass such a large pack?
Questions raced through my mind as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Had Vladimir killed so many Alphas in order to gain this level of control over so many werewolves? It seemed absurdly improbable, yet at the same time, it felt true.
Before I could take another breath or even blink, Vladimir clapped his hands and the entire room grew silent. Instantly, the air seemed to press down on us as shadows coalesced around him - a darkness that sent a chill of fear up my spine and left me feelin
