Betrayed by Blood
Gerald stepped into the room assigned to him, his sharp eyes scanning every detail. The bed frame caught his attention—ornate carvings ran along the dark wood, polished to perfection. He ran his hand along its edge, his lips curling into a faint smile.
"Cain's touch is everywhere," he muttered to himself. "He's turned this pack into something unrecognizable… something powerful."
He paced the room, trailing his fingers across the smooth furniture and pausing by the window. The view of the pack's ground stretched before him. Cain had amassed so many things over the years and grown the pack into such a fortress. Gerald had heard of it, but he never thought it was this magnificent. Cain has amassed such great wealth.
"All of this… built on the foundation I laid," he said, his voice tinged with something Nora was quick to recognize.
Nora leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "It doesn't feel like the same pack we left behind."