"The crown does not define the King, the hunt does."
ALARIC'S POV
An hour later, after dusk, I was stripped of my armor, clad only in black combat pants and boots, the cold granite of the villa floor a dull pain beneath my feet. I stood at the edge of the parlor, the bare Alpha aggression I had arrived with now refined into a cold, lethal focus. The plan was to move in the shadows and begin the hunt for Vorath.