The forgotten capital had awakened.
For the first time in a thousand years, the great Hall of Sovereigns was filled with voices again. Ancient banners hung proudly from towering black pillars, and the silver throne at the far end of the chamber stood waiting for its rightful ruler.
Kaelira looked around the hall in silence.
The people who had lived beneath the hidden city for centuries watched her with hope in their eyes.
Not because she had proven herself.
But because they believed she was the Queen they had waited for.
The weight of that faith settled heavily on her shoulders.
She wasn’t sure she deserved it.
By sunrise, messengers had ridden to every Lycan kingdom.
Each carried the same invitation.
The Blood Sovereign requests the presence of every Alpha.
Three days later, th
