(Lucian’s POV)
The town of Four Corners looked smaller than he remembered.
Lucian slowed at the edge of the old stone bridge, changing from his wolf to a man in the evening fog. The Golden Keep loomed in the distance, high on the hill—a ruin of gold and shadow. Its spires caught the last of the sun, gleaming like a lie.
He spied the tavern and went in.
The place hadn’t changed—rough timber walls, sticky floors, and the smell of beer and smoke. A few locals looked up, squinting through the haze, then went back to their drinks. He ordered a pint and sat by the window.
From here, he could see the Keep clearly.
His family’s legacy.
Once a palace of light and gold. Now just a haunted shell filled with ghosts and whispers.
Lucian took a long drink.
The House of Blackwood.
Kings, genera
