The Lycan Kingdom's royal chapel was built to inspire awe.

Every column of white stone had been carved by hands long dead, reaching toward a vaulted ceiling painted with the golden mythology of the Lycan gods — wolves mid-shift, their bodies caught between man and beast, their eyes blazing with divine fire. The altar was a slab of pure obsidian, ancient and cold, and the hundreds of candles arranged around it cast everything in a warm, deceitful glow, the kind of light that made monsters look ...