***Nova***
The morning sun draped the castle in golden hues as I stood overlooking the courtyard from my window, a bittersweet sense of melancholy settling in my chest. It had been two weeks since the Alphas had arrived, their presence both a source of anxiety and camaraderie. But today marked the end of their stay, and with it, a return to the precarious reality of our situation.
Excitement buzzed through the air, tinged with a palpable tension as the Alphas prepared to depart. A tournament loomed on the horizon, where they would return in a month for the finale—an event that would determine my fate as the next Lycan King. With that respect would follow from the Alphas. My heart raced at the thought; this was more than just a title—it was a battle for supremacy, a struggle for dominance
