Thorne Point Of View.

“Good old Kael.”

The throne room felt different that morning, heavier somehow, the air thicker with power and restrained violence.

I sat back in the high chair of dark stone, fingers drumming once on the carved armrest as the doors opened and Kael strode in arrogantly.

“Alpha Kael,” I said, voice calm, steady, but loud enough to cut through the silence. “Welcome to Shadowfang. I’ll admit, your visit is a surprise considering your pack and mine are not ...