The courtyard remained silent long after the Blood Guard pledged their loyalty.
Thousands of warriors still knelt before Kaelira.
The ancient banners of the Blood Sovereigns fluttered in the cold morning wind.
For the first time in centuries, hope had returned to the kingdom.
Then…
A deep growl rolled across the courtyard.
Every wolf lifted its head.
The sound didn’t carry anger.
It carried authority.
The crowd slowly parted as something enormous stepped out of the forest.
A wolf.
Larger than any Kaelira had ever seen.
Its fur was pure white, untouched by age or battle.
Its eyes gleamed like molten gold, ancient and impossibly wise.
Even the Blood Guard lowered their heads in respect.
Lucien’s face turned pale.
“It can’t be…”
Ronan frowned.
“What is it?”
Lucien swallowed
