Duncan knelt before Alaric, his head bowed in submission, the weight of his vow still heavy on his shoulders. The moonlight streamed down through the high windows of the throne room, casting eerie shadows across the floor. Alaric stood over him, his expression calm but his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. The Blackwoods remained silent, their presence looming behind Duncan, watching the scene unfold with quiet vigilance.
Duncan's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "I swear my loyalty to you, Alaric Kurogane. I will serve you and protect your interests. My clan… will follow where I lead."
Alaric's cold gaze never left Duncan. He could sense the fear in the werewolf, the hesitation, but he also knew Duncan had no other choice. His family was at stake, and Alaric had made it clear what would happen if he dared to betray him.
"Stand up," Alaric ordered, his voice calm yet commanding.
