Arthur’s POV
(Full, long, cinematic, emotional chapter)
War thundered through the palace walls.
Screams.
Steel.
The crash of magic against stone.
Every instinct in me snapped into something feral and vicious the moment I shifted.
My paws slammed against the marble, claws carving deep grooves as I barreled through the corridor. Guards scrambled out of my way. The scents of blood, fear, and smoke thickened with every breath.
Darkthorn was here.
They dared to breach my palace.
They dared to come for my mate.
A roar ripped from my chest so powerful the windows trembled.
Wolves outside answered—mine.
A chorus rising from the courtyard.
Good.
Let them know their king was coming.
I soared down the final staircase and leapt through the shattered archway into the courtyard, landing
