Adrian couldn't help but wonder what had truly given Malvin the audacity to believe he could take the Crown Pack away from him.
That pack wasn't something Adrian had inherited in its full glory. It wasn't a thriving territory handed to him on a silver platter.
Every inch of what the Crown Pack had become today had been built through sacrifice, grief, and relentless determination.
He had poured years of pain, sweat, tears, and unwavering hard work into rebuilding it after its devastating fall.
If Malvin had genuinely believed he was worthy of becoming the Alpha of the Crown Pack, then he should have stepped forward when the pack had been reduced to ashes.
He should have renounced his position in the Moonlit Pack and come forward to become the savior the Crown Pack desperately needed.
But he hadn't.
Instead, like everyone else, he had watched from a distance.
The fall of the Crown Pack had shaken the entire werewolf community.
