THIRD PERSON POV
The werewolf king, Valen, stood at the edge of the balcony of his royal quarters, his icy blue eyes fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn began to pierce through the mist. His kingdom stretched out before him, an expanse of forests and mountains that he ruled with a firm hand. Behind him, the weight of the impending mission loomed. In just a few hours, he would set out to confront the situation at the Blackwood Pack—a visit that promised to test both his leadership and resolve.
He turned away from the sunrise, pacing back inside his chambers. His imposing figure cut a stark contrast against the warm light creeping in. Even in his late twenties, Valen had built a reputation as a brutal yet just ruler. His broad shoulders and defined musculature spoke of a li
