The Hollow Fang territory stretched before me like a promise of rebirth. Dark forests gave way to rolling hills, and the scent of pine and iron filled the air—so different from the jasmine and roses of Blackmoor that it felt like stepping into another world entirely. Which, in many ways, I had.
Darius's keep rose from the landscape like a fortress carved from shadow and ambition. Black stone walls, iron gates, and windows that caught the light like predatory eyes. It was exactly what I'd expected from him—imposing, unapologetic, and built to intimidate.
"Welcome to Hollow Fang," he said as we approached the main gates. "Your new home, at least temporarily."
Guards nodded respectfully as we passed, their eyes curious but disciplined. Word had clearly spread that their Alpha had acquired
