[Kael’s POV]
Leaving my son was the hardest thing I had ever done in my hundred and fifty years of existence.
The Blood Moon castle had been transformed into an impenetrable fortress. I had called in every favor, every blood oath, and every alliance in the werewolf realm. Three Alpha Kings from the neighboring territories had personally arrived with their elite guards to reinforce our walls. The nursery was sealed behind layers of solid iron and ancient Lycan warding spells.
As I stood in the doorway, watching Elara press a final, tearful kiss to Alaric’s sleeping forehead, the Black Dragon inside me roared in agonizing protest. Every primal instinct demanded that I stay, wrap my body around my mate and my pup, and slaughter anything that dared to come within a hundred miles.
But I cou
