Kaelen’s POV
The dawn was no longer a threat; it was a coronation. I stood on the jagged edge of the Eastern overlook, my boots anchored in the frost-covered earth as the first light of the sun hit the silver peaks of the Gray Ridge. Beside me, my brother was a coiled spring of chaotic energy, but I remained the mountain. My hand was still clasped in Kenna’s, and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt in thirty-eight years of existence. It wasn't just heat; it was a structural reinforcement of my very soul.
'Fenris' was uncharacteristically quiet, his spirit sitting in a regal crouch at the forefront of my mind. 'Do you feel that, Kaelen?' he rumbled, his voice echoing like deep thunder through my consciousness.
'The resonance. It is the blueprint of a kingdom that cannot be
