Darkness clung to the corners of the chamber, flickering torches casting jagged shadows across the stone walls. Tiago Frost leaned against the grand oak table, his fingers tracing the hilt of his dagger, a cruel smirk curling at his lips.
"They're weaker than ever," he mused, eyes locked on the parchment before him..a map of the Beast Alpha territories, each marked with vulnerabilities he had been waiting years to exploit. "Archer and Artemis... they took my sister from me. I will take everything from them."
Across from him, Nemesis stood poised, her crimson cloak barely concealing the predatory gleam in her eyes. "And yet, revenge alone won't be enough, will it?" she purred, stepping closer. "You want more than just their suffering. You want power. You want the throne that was denied to you."
Tiago's fingers curled into a fist. "That throne was mine by right. And now that Arthur's pack has crumbled, nothing stands in my way."
Nemesis chuckled. "Nothing except the Beast Alphas."
