Selene POV
Light floods the street.
Torches. Dozens of them. Blazing bright as day.
The thunder of hoofbeats shakes the ground.
Eight massive warhorses appear through the darkness. Black as midnight. Eyes rolling white. Breath steaming in the cold air.
They pull a carriage unlike anything I've ever seen.
Massive. Ornate. Black lacquered wood inlaid with gold. The royal crest emblazoned on every surface. More torch-bearers flank it on both sides.
And standing on top—
Not sitting. Standing.
Rex.
He wears the full ceremonial robes of the Alpha King. Black and crimson. Gold thread catching firelight. The crown sits on his head. Heavy. Ancient. Studded with gems that gleam like captured stars.
He looks like a god descended from heaven.
Terrifying. Magnificent. Absolutely untouchable
