Nikolai.The room smelled like medicine and death, it was the first thing I noticed every time I stepped inside.No matter how expensive the cleaners were, no matter how often the nurses opened the windows or replaced the sheets, that scent always remained. A constant reminder that the man inside this room was no longer the Alpha who once made entire packs lower their heads in fear.I stood near the doorway, staring at the figure sitting silently by the window.Vladimir Ivanshov. The former Alpha of Thornmoon and my father.Once, that name alone was enough to make people tremble. He had been a monster disguised as a ruler. Tall, powerful, merciless. A man who believed fear was the only way to earn loyalty.Now all that remained was a shadow.A frail old man trapped inside a body that had betrayed him.His wheelchair faced the window, his back turned toward me as he stared out at the land that no longer belonged to him. His once thick black hair had thinned, with streaks of grey, and hi
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