(Third person POV)
The night fog settled slowly over the border forest. A cold wind swept in from the valley, carrying the scent of damp earth mixed with blood that hadn’t yet dried. A long howl echoed in the distance—not from wild wolves, but from the trained Nightbane Pack. The sound was more like a military command than an animal’s call.
In the middle of that circle of trees, a young man stood tall. His shoulders were squared even though his chest still heaved from the aftermath of battle. His black hair was a mess, sweat glistened on his temple, and his eyes—burning gold beneath the moonlight—swept across the scattered bodies of his fallen enemies.
This was Kaelan Viero, rightful heir of the Nightbane Alpha.
But that night, victory didn’t feel like victory.
Kaelan lowered his gaze
