~Orion's POV~
I stood at the top of the fortress that would one day be mine, whilst looking down at the several hectares of land that would also soon be mine.
The clouds overhead were stormy and dark— the telltale sign of an incoming rain. The rumbling of thunder rolled through the city like an ancient drumbeat echoing across the heavens, shaking rooftops and rattling windows in its wake. Heavy wind blew at my face and hair as I admired everything below— the vast lands, the animals, the buildings, the people, the soldiers— everything!
And I was glad.
For some reason, I felt a strange kind of satisfaction-like warmth spread across my chest because I knew now that it was only a matter of time before I laid claim to all of these.
Before I would lay claim to the pack and to the throne.
To the treasures of this pack, to the power, to the wealth; and to the soldiers parading all over the city aimlessly.
