chapter 63
Chapter 63 – Beneath the Stone Citadel The march toward the Council’s fortress was grim and deliberate. They moved in shadows—Seraphina, her three Alphas, and a legion of rebels behind them. The path wound through cursed valleys and forgotten ruins, the air thick with the scent of old magic and long-buried secrets. The Crimson Moon had faded, but its echo still burned in every step they took. At the head, Seraphina rode a black mare gifted by the River Pack, her phoenix pendant pulsing against her chest. Lucien walked beside her in wolf form, flanking her left. Kael took the right, his gaze constantly scanning for threats, while Draven disappeared into the mists ahead, acting as their silent shadow. They were heading into the belly of the beast. The Council’s stronghold—The Stone Cita
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