KAEL POINT OF VIEW

Death leaves patterns.

It leaves echoes in the land, fractures in power, shifts in loyalty. When an Alpha falls, the world does not remain quiet, it reacts. Borders tremble. Bonds shatter. Fear travels faster than truth.

That was why the news of Thorne’s death did not sit right in my bones.

I stood at the war balcony overlooking Moonfang’s lower courtyards, watching warriors move through drills with mechanical precision, steel rang. Orders were barked, life ...