Gathering of Alphas
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I have never been to the castle, my father had though—when I was little for a royal ball alongside my mother, and I had made them spill all the details of how the castle looked like, was it like the ones in the fairytale movies or where they more better but my parents description could not fully explain what was before me as we got down from our car.
Kaden and I approached the imposing gates of the werewolf royal castle. The anticipation in my heart mingled with the warmth of Kaden's touch.
As the gates opened before us, I couldn't help but feel awestruck. Stepping foot into the castle grounds, I was immediately enveloped by a sense of both ancient power and untamed beauty. The castle stood tall and proud, its stone walls seeming to rise effortlessly toward
