Chapter 105:Sacred Gifts and Shadow Kings

(Nathan's POV) The private club in the neutral zone buzzed with low voices, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Wolves of different ranks lounged around, pretending they had no worries while scheming behind veiled smiles. But I wasn’t there for pleasantries or alliances. My chest burned with the weight of my mistake—the kind that made my palms sweat and my mind race with no solution in sight. As I stepped in, I quickly spotted Erik Blackwood in his usual corner, reclining like he was king of the world. His dark suit fit him perfectly, and his confident smirk radiated a calm, measured arrogance. If Erik Blackwood was known for anything, it was his ability to thrive in chaos. He thrived so much, in fact, that chaos often seemed to follow him as naturally as the night followed day. I approached him, each step feeling heavier as I prepared to admit something that could ruin my reputation. Erik’s sharp blue eyes instantly locked onto me, curious and intrigued. “Nathan Blake!” Erik’