Ten years after the crossing.
Reign — POV
The road into Graves Ridge carved through a wall of ancient evergreens, fog drifting low like a living guardian. The closer the motorcade drew to the heart of the sanctuary, the more the air shimmered with layered ward magic—old, strong, and fiercely protective.
Eighteen years ago, this entire region had been nothing but wild, forgotten mountains. A hidden pocket of land untouched by war or pack politics. A place no Alpha governed, but a long-forgotten corner of the kingdom's lands.
Until the refugees arrived.
Until both of his parents, Talia, heavily pregnant with him and his two brothers, and Lucian opened a portal in the middle of a waterfall and pulled out the last loyal Black River wolves. At the same time, Thomas Calder hunted them li
