Reign — POV
Graves Ridge garden emerged out of the morning fog, like a guarded dream—towers wrapped in runic light, aqueducts humming with hydropower, wards shimmering over the treeline like a living shield. Reign had heard stories of this place his whole life, but none of them captured the magnitude of it.
This wasn’t a pack.
It was a city.
A fortress born from survival.
A sanctuary built by refugees who had escaped the Black River purge.
Refugees, his mother had risked everything to protect. And now he could see why. Their talents for infrastructure and engineering were unmatched.
Reign tried to pay attention to the diplomacy taking place, but something else pulled him. Everything faded into background noise as an undeniable force yanked at his chest.
A scent carried on the
