Chapter 6

The crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows across the grand ballroom as I stood in the shadows of the servant's corridor, watching the elite of the werewolf world gather for what they believed would be Damian's coronation as heir to Silver Peak.

Ryker stood at the center of the room in his black formal wear, raising a crystal flute of champagne. But even from my hidden vantage point, I could see the pallor in his complexion, the slight tremor in his hand. Last night's power drain had left its mark.

"Tonight," his voice boomed across the marble floors, "we officially announce…