POV Caleb
The throne room never truly slept, even at this hour, when the rest of the palace softened into shadows and hushed corridors, this place remained… awake.
I have had meetings with Father at various hours of the night.
As Lycans, we were more nocturnal than even wolves, so it was not surprising to see some of his attendants still moving around at this time of hour.
I stepped through the towering doors without hesitation, the guards parting instantly. The moment I crossed the threshold, the weight of it settled over my shoulders.
Not unfamiliar, just… heavier tonight. Perhaps because my mind was not entirely here.
A mistake. One, I corrected immediately.
Focus Caleb.
The throne is elevated beneath a vaulted ceiling of carved stone and glass—ancient symbols etched into every
