The moment the car carrying Kaius disappeared beyond the towering gates of the Royal Pack, Queen Kaia turned on her heel, her posture as regal as ever. Not a single emotion flickered across her face as she walked steadily through the courtyard, past the gathered wolves and pack members who had come to bid their future king farewell. She did not linger, did not acknowledge the murmured words of support or concern.
Her hands remained folded in front of her, fingers interlaced tightly, the only sign of tension in her otherwise poised demeanor. She moved with grace, her golden gown flowing behind her like liquid sunlight, her head held high. She gave no indication that she was breaking apart inside.
King Markus, standing just a few feet away, narrowed his eyes slightly. He could feel it, thr
