Kael’s POV
The door to the room flung open with a loud bang, echoing through the thick stone walls. The scent of ancient power drifted in before the figures even crossed the threshold. My hand instinctively moved to Aria’s, my wolf bristling inside me. This wasn’t the scent of danger. It was something older… something deeper.
The pack elders entered, their presence commanding and deliberate..They didn’t rush. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.
Their robes swept against the floor, embroidered with the sigils of lineage, law, and Luna-blessed authority. These weren’t just elders. They were the council of the High Pack, the strongest and most secretive werewolf bloodline in the realm. This was the seat of ancient power. And Aria’s father, Alpha Rael, had ruled it.
Until he died. Righ
