BLOOD OF ORIGINS
Somewhere in the past… A night cloaked in thunder.... The land was drenched in silver rain, the kind that made the earth feel like it was weeping. The old hall of the Nightfang Council, hidden deep within the mountain’s ribs,was filled with firelight and the scent of wet fur. Sixty-three wolves, each more powerful than the others, had gathered. They weren’t ordinary. They were the Firstborn, ancient defenders of werewolf law. Alphas of alphas. The royal bloodlines. And at the center of them all… is Laurence. He is young and the only son of Queen Luna. Quiet and not yet feared, he simply observes. Standing alone beneath the arching stone, a dark cloak draped over his shoulders, his head slightly bowed, rainwater clung to his hair. The wolves were unsure whether to see him as a guest… o
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