Syria’s POV
“Let’s all welcome our new Alpha! The new leader of our tribe!”
The crowd’s voices rose all around me. It was loud and powerful, causing a ring in my ears.
Everyone was celebrating. Their faces lit up with pride and relief.
They reached out to me, trying to touch me, trying to walk closer, and to surround me. My arms were still stiff from the fight, but I didn’t even lower them.
I just stood there, frozen, as the people bowed their heads in respect.
“Alpha,” one of them said. It was low and trembling with loyalty.
“Whatever you command, we will do without question.”
More voices followed, repeating the same devotion.
Their respect was supposed to make me proud. It was supposed to make me feel like I belonged here, like I was finally stepping into the role my father o
