C259 RESTRAINT BENEATH THE THRONE

The Howl Before the Crown

The night the border burned, the wolves did not sleep.

From the highest balcony of the Blood-Fed palace, Elara could hear it.

Not a battle.

Not steel.

A low, restless vibration rolling across the valley.

The pack was unsettled.

And when werewolves were unsettled, kingdoms cracked.

Behind her, the great hall glowed with torchlight