Harold
Standing in the throne room and looking at the elaborate chair that should belong to me, I think back on the twenty years I have ruled over all werewolves.
When the previous Alpha King and Luna Queen had died, I’d been newly appointed as the Head of the Council, ready to help advise and support King Leon. I wasn’t prepared to become the Regent and raise Prince Zaid—wasn’t prepared to rule all the wolves of the world.
In the beginning, there was a lot of pushback from angry alphas, demanding that a true King be crowned. Some even threatened to kill Zaid if it meant they would gain power for themselves. I’d had to send out our hunting hounds to kill those unruly alphas, and the rest had fallen in line, fearing for their own lives.
It was then that I learned how much I relished bei
