"The danger of Vorath isn't his power. It's that he knows exactly which part of you thinks he's right."
THIRD PERSON POV: VORATH'S STRONGHOLD
The command chamber of Vorrath's hidden stronghold was subterranean, carved from black obsidian and perpetually chilled by dark magic, yet the air was thick with a volatile, incandescent rage. Vorath, the ancient Alpha, paced the length of the map table. His massive shadow stretched and distorted the flickering runic light etched into the stone, reflecting a fury that was not a wild, primal thing, but a methodical, terrifying pressure that threatened to crack the very atmosphere.
He was waiting for a triumph that had not arrived. "Silence. Why is there silence?" Vorath snarled, his voice a low, gravelly thunder that made the attending Betas flinch back against the cold, stone walls. He was in his human form, but the sheer force of his ancient Alpha energy pulled around him, making the air heavy and difficult to breathe.
