KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
The chill of dawn barely clung to the air as I stood in the middle of the training grounds, my boots firm against the dew-kissed grass. A veil of mist draped over the royal palace's spires, casting spectral shadows that seemed to watch me with silent expectation. My heart hammered against my chest-a wild drumbeat echoing my tangled thoughts. Today was not just another day; it was a proclamation, a testament to our readiness, or lack thereof.
Elara had departed under the cover of night, her message clear and chilling: war was not a distant whisper but a howl at our doorsteps. And here I waited, for him, the other half of my soul and my sovereign-Alpha King Jason. The weight of our son Eden's future and our pack's fate pressed upon my shoulders like the heavens u
