I am the one who mistook himself for a judge, an executioner, a God. Prime—capable of crushing the will of any alpha. But, intoxicated by permissiveness, I forgot the main thing: great power means great responsibility, and the price for mistakes won’t keep you waiting. Will I have the strength to set right what I’ve done? Will I be able to get back the one who is dearer than anything in the world? Or do ancient laws forgive no missteps?