THIRD PERSOn POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Vaden's chamber, a soft golden glow painting the room in muted tones. He stirred from his sleep, stretching his limbs until his muscles loosened from the stiffness of the night. As the Werewolf King, his days rarely began with peace. Today was no exception.
With a sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. After a quick wash and dressing in a dark gray shirt and black slacks, he headed straight for the communal dining hall. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeted him as he entered the large room. A few early risers sat scattered at the long wooden tables, quietly enjoying their breakfast.
Alpha Brandon spotted him immediately, rising from his seat near the head of the t
