(Annaliz)
As the sun dipped beyond the horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling forest surrounding our kingdom, I felt the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily down on my shoulders. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, but alongside it lingered a metallic staleness, he residue of conflicts that were too close to home. Rykor, the cunning leader of the rogues, was stirring beneath our very feet, his intentions as ambiguous as a fog-cloaked morning. In moments of dire need, I knew what was required of me as the werewolf Queen, to confront the reality of our enemies while weaving the delicate threads of alliance.
Owen stood beside me, his broad shoulders taut with the same realization. Together, we’d built a domain grounded in tradition, strength, and unbreakable l
