“Fall of a Queen”

Jaxon

Dawn had barely begun to stretch its pale fingers across the horizon, yet the corridors of the Tower already hummed with activity. Pack members moved like shadows, glances darting between them. I could feel it before I even reached the balcony: something had shifted.

I stepped onto the balcony, fingers trailing along the cold iron railing. The wind whipped my hair into my eyes, carrying with it the forest’s damp scent. Beneath me, the ...