Cassian
The wolf kingdom stops feeling like mine by the third day after Darius arrives.
Interesting realization. Dangerous realization.
The palace still obeys my commands. The guards still lower their heads when I pass. The councils still call me alpha before speaking. But the atmosphere changed. Now every corridor feels crowded with expectation.
The bond feels heavier this morning. Not unstable. Burdened. Pressure brushes constantly beneath my ribs from every direction surrounding the kingdom. Fear from the councils. Hope from the people. Suspicion from neighboring territories. And somewhere beneath all of it, the bond listens.
I stand inside the lower war chamber reviewing border reports while General Ryden and Elder Brynn argue quietly across the long
strategy table. Snowstorms h
