Chapter 102
Alpha Aldric
The cold breeze seemed to serve as a reminder of each year of silence, of every tear shed for the loss, of every prayer for return. Before me now, the palace of the White Shadow Pack was slowly rising—not as ruins, but as a symbol of hope, of return, of a new beginning.
But I wasn't the first one to hold my breath. King Lucian was. He had been quiet earlier, but when the main gate of the palace fully appeared—the carvings of his lineage's symbols sparkling in the light of Brianna's magic—I didn't need words to feel the weight of emotions within him.
He approached slowly. Each step was heavy, as if each foot carried memories of the people he had lost. Of his father and mother. Of his wife. Of his child. Of the entire community that once called him home.
He sto
