The morning mist clung to the forest floor as Lord Thorne went deeper into the ancient ruins of Damian's territory. The crumbling stone structures had stood for centuries, their original purpose lost to time and weather. Most wolves avoided them, claiming they carried an unsettling energy that made their fur stand on end.
His weathered boots crunched softly against fallen leaves as he approached the largest structure that appeared to be the remnants of a temple or ceremonial hall. Carved pillars, now moss-covered and broken, jutted from the earth like ancient teeth. Prince Kael had sent him here with a specific purpose; to search for any symbols or markings that might connect to the old bloodlines of Velmora and the symbol crested on the forearm of lord thorne
Thorne pulled a small leath
