Cassian
The kingdom does not calm after the ceremony.
It fractures louder.
By nightfall, the wolf palace feels like a living thing holding its breath beneath layers of silver stone and political panic.
Messengers run constantly through the lower halls. Council meetings erupt behind closed doors. Military commanders demand border reports from neighboring territories every hour.
And somewhere beyond the palace walls, the kingdoms are reacting.
The Bond
It feels all of it.
Gods.
The connection stretches wider after the public oath. Not physically. Emotionally.
Fear brushes against the bond from every direction now.
The dragon territories. The vampire houses. The fae courts. Even the human kingdoms pulse faintly at the edge of awareness like
distant storms gathering across the hor
