**POV SWITCH: ALPHA DENZEL'S VOICE**
We were hundreds of meters away from the GraveMoon Pack now.
Once a proud pack of warriors, they are now nothing more than a shadow of their former selves, and mine to command. I had broken them without lifting a claw. Their Alpha had been too weak to challenge me. None of them ever does, not after seeing Fenris and knowing the reason I am called the Mad King.
Soon enough, they would serve my cause—spying, reporting, watching everything that stirred in the East.
Thor rode beside me, as always. My Gamma. Ever loyal and efficient… and full of silent opinions. He never traveled without bringing two mounts, one for me and one for himself. He'd say it was protocol and tradition. That it was beneath my rank as Alpha to shift into my wolf form for travel.
But I knew better.
It wasn't about tradition but his fear. Fear for both himself and people who might see us.
He didn't want me shifting because of Fenris. My wolf.
