The weight of dawn was heavy.
Kaelin stood at the highest tower of the Citadel, watching the sky burn crimson as if foretelling the blood to come. The winds carried ash and tension, thick with the scent of approaching war. Every breath she took was laced with the understanding that nothing from this moment forward could be undone.
The True Fang had made her move. A phantom returned, with legions in her wake and truth forged into a blade that could sever the world.
But Kaelin—an omega once rejected and cast aside—stood at the helm of an empire that refused to bow.
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Preparations thundered through the Citadel like a living heartbeat.
Steel clanged against steel in the forges. Scouts rode in and out like restless ghosts. Wolves trained in the courtyards, teeth bared, fangs sharpened b
