Keith’s POV

I did not expect to be turned away.

The Silver Moon Wolf Clan had once stood proudly among the packs. Even now, even after everything,

I was still its Alpha. I had come in person, not as a petitioner, but as a leader seeking counsel.

Yet the palace gates never opened for me.

Beta George met me at the outer hall, his posture polite with his expression calm.

“Alpha Keith,” he said, inclining his head just enough to show courtesy. “The King is unavailable today.”

I frowned. ...