Nikolai

The wall was cold beneath my hands, the stone rough and unyielding. The night stretched out before me, vast and dark, a sea of shadows that seemed to swallow everything beyond the citadel's reach. I stood at the edge of the ramparts, my eyes fixed on the horizon, my mind churning with the weight of everything that was about to happen. The wind was sharp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, but beneath it, I caught something else—a faint, metallic tang that made my wolf stir ...