The journey to the first pack had begun. Selvayra was vast. With Kaelen as its ruler, the kingdom was divided into twenty packs, each overseen by an Alpha sworn to protect their people from the creatures that lurked beyond.
Thayne, Kaelen’s loyal Beta, kept those creatures at bay, only calling for the king when the threat grew dire, which was rare.
Even so, tradition demanded Kaelen’s presence, a visitation to remind the packs that the Alpha King still watched over them.
The carriage rattled over stones, the ride uneven. Serena sighed, she questioned herself for the hundredth time, why had she agreed to come?
Naya, seated beside her, tilted her head. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know… I just feel… strange. Like something bad is about to happen.”
Naya touched her arm gently. “It’s only
