As night fell, the wind by the lake carried the chill of the stone array. I stood before the boundary marker of Sterling territory, with Alaric and his guards behind me.
The guards suddenly became alert and rushed to Alaric's side. Ahead, several riders on wolf mounts, dressed in black cloaks and bearing familiar emblems, were charging wildly. The foremost one dismounted, tall and imposing, with silver-black eyes burning with rage. Just one glance from him made the wind beneath my feet feel cold. The air was thick with tension and confrontation. Moonlight shone on the ancient stones, casting shadows and revealing the undercurrents in everyone's hearts.
Felix Sable.
He took a few steps closer, his anger and Alpha's dominance surging like a tide. Pointing at me, he coldly demanded, "El
