**GRAVEMOON PACK**
***POV SWITCH; ALPHA DENZEL'S VOICE***
My fingers tightened around his neck, squeezing with the intent to crush the very breath out of him, to snatch away his lifeline.
"You can't do that! We have protection from the Lycanshade Council of Elders! Do you know what they'll do if they find out you attacked a pack without a formal declaration of war?"
An old man's voice sliced through the silence like a blade.
I paused, my grip loosening as I turned to look at him. It was his courage that held me still.
Even the Alpha of the GraveMoon Pack whose soil I now stood upon hadn't dared to utter a word.
He cowered behind his Luna, trembling like a withering tree, while I sat upon his throne.
His son, Kaelan, collapsed before me, gasping as I released his throat. He was far too weak. I could see the disappointment carved deep into his father's face.
