The violence ended as abruptly as a heart stopping. One moment, the heavy oak doors of the master suite were groaning under the weight of a hundred crazed wolves, their claws splintering the wood in a primal frenzy to reach the scent inside. The next, there was only a hollow, ringing silence. Even the supernatural storm that had been bruising the sky above the Obsidian Throne seemed to vanish, the oppressive clouds peeling back to reveal a sky so clear it felt artificial. It was as if the world had collectively held its breath, smoothing itself out as though the chaos of the last three days had been nothing more than a fever dream.
Inside the room, the tension didn’t fade quite so easily. Drake and Dracon remained planted like twin pillars of obsidian, their bodies still coiled and vibrat
