The Crown Calls the Heir
The forest wind died.
Every leaf, every blade of grass, every breath of the night froze as the hooded figure lifted the crown toward Nara.
Silver. Ancient. Humble yet terrifying.
The same crown she had seen in her fragmented visions—
the last thing she remembered wearing before her old life ended in blood and betrayal.
Nara couldn’t move.
Her breath trembled.
Her pulse roared like a trapped animal fighting its cage.
Kael stepped in front of her so fast the air snapped.
“Put. That. Down.”
His voice was no longer simply an Alpha’s command.
It was a threat from a man who would kill the world for the girl behind him.
The hooded figure chuckled—a low, shadowy sound that didn’t belong to a living thing.
“Oh, Alpha,” the figure crooned. “You cannot protect h
