Cassian
The wolf kingdom notices our departure before the gates even open.
Palace servants move through the lower courtyards, loading supplies and winter gear while soldiers prepare the horses and travel escort beneath heavy snowfall.
Word has already spread.
From the upper palace balcony, I watch snow sweep through the crowded streets below. Wolves gather outside the palace walls despite the weather—families, soldiers, merchants, even council members.
All of them are looking toward the palace, waiting for someone to explain why we are leaving the kingdom that was supposed to keep us safe.
They still think staying here means safety.
The thought should offend me.
Instead, I know they’re wrong.
The chamber doors open behind me. Kaelith joins me at the railing.
Below us, the capital
