Part IV: The Final Hunt (Chapters 37–48)
Chapter Thirty Seven: Dawn of the Hunt
The moon hung low, tinged in bronze, as if holding its breath for what was to come.
From the northern ridge, Kael stood overlooking the war-torn edges of Seattle. Smoke still rose from the city’s heart, but the air had shifted—less despair, more defiance. Behind him, the Silverfang wolves knelt in formation, awaiting their Alpha’s word.
He was no longer just a warrior, no longer a reluctant heir. Kael Blackthorn had returned from the Spirit Realm marked, changed. The aura that now clung to him wasn’t just power—it was command.
He stepped forward.
“I am Kael, son of the Bloodline of Fenrir. Chosen by the ancestors. Marked by the Veil. I return not to reclaim a throne, but to lead a people.”
The wolves how
