The first body turned up before sunrise.
Nobody knew his name or where he came from.
By the time the sun crested the mountains, all that was left was a corpse swinging from the gates of a forgotten fortress—and a single message gouged into the stones.
WHERE IS THE ORDER?
Word tore through the kingdoms like a spark in dry grass.
And everywhere that news went, fear followed.
Everyone understood what this meant.
Kael Draven was on the hunt.
And when the Lycan King started hunting, entire families vanished, erased as if they’d never existed.
Far from the fortress, Kael stood in Blackthorn Keep’s war chamber, eyes fixed on a map covered with hundreds of tiny red markers.
The room felt colder than any winter.
Generals. Commanders. Spies. Warriors who could level battalions all stood i
