The golden light of early morning spilled into the stone corridors of the palace, warm and inviting, though it felt at odds with the weight pressing on my chest.
I wandered aimlessly, the faint echo of my boots against the cool floor the only sound accompanying me. The smell of damp stone and fresh air mixed, seeping in from the courtyard beyond.
The world had stilled after the storm of battle, but within me, the turbulence raged on. Decisions loomed heavy, and I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to face them.
I stopped in the grand hall, my eyes tracing the intricate carvings on the walls. Wolves in full stride, locked in motion, their howls frozen in time. They were beautiful, powerful, unyielding—everything I had been told a werewolf should embody. Everything I had spent my life bel
