The summons hit every Alpha before the week ended.
It didn’t matter where they were—midnight, feasts, councils, war camps, or regal courts. The message was always the same.
The Lycan King demanded their presence.
Not politely requested. Not gently invited.
Demanded.
Anxiety spread fast. No one believed Kael Draven would gather every Alpha just for nothing. Kings scrambled—calling urgent meetings, negotiating, forming councils. Kael, though? Kael only summoned when everything was about to shift.
The weight of it settled in every territory. Speculation ran wild. Rumors burned through the kingdoms. People guessed at war, feared rebellion, whispered about enemy attacks. Yet nobody knew the true reason. Just that it mattered enough to haul every powerful wolf to Blackthorn Keep.
That alo
