Caleb
I had always wondered what it would feel like to walk through the gates of the Alpha King’s manor not as a spectator, not as a hopeful emissary…but as a guest.
Now I knew.
The moment my feet stepped onto the marble porch of the legendary Blackthorn Manor, I felt like I had crossed into another world.
The structure was even more magnificent than the stories whispered across the territories. The grandeur was both awe-inspiring and intimidating, as though the stones themselves carried generations of authority and power.
The porch tiles were polished obsidian, reflecting the morning sun in a shimmer of deep silver and black. Carved pillars stood tall like sentinels, each etched with ancient wolf sigils that told tales of battles, triumphs, and the bloodline of kings.
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