THE EYE’S DECREE
The shards of the molten orb spun like a cyclone around Kael, blinding flashes of light and shadow merging into a storm that threatened to tear the very chamber apart. The figure that had emerged from the heart of the Eye stood motionless, wrapped in molten shadow, features obscured, yet radiating an intelligence so sharp and ancient it cut into Kael’s instincts like a knife. Every instinct, every thread of Alpha awareness, screamed danger.
Kael’s amber eyes narrowed. Wolf form bristling, muscles coiled, every sinew ready for action. The heirs — Nara, Lyra, and Riven — had been forced to retreat to the edges of the collapsing Eye, silver fire, golden aura, and claws tearing through fragments to anchor what little of the lattice remained.
“The Heir… steps forward,” the v
