Keya's POV:
Kings. Of course. They had been trained for this moment their whole lives. Their wolves had endured harsher, more intense training than even the elite warriors—because one day, they were meant to rule Western Peak.
Still, no matter how much sense it made, it stunned me to think about it now.
When I was little, I used to think King Talbot and Queen Elizabeth would rule forever. They were carved into the mountain itself, as far as I was concerned—ageless, immovable. The idea of Rhys and Rafe on the thrones felt... surreal. They were too normal. Too familiar. Too much a part of my life in a way that didn’t include crowns and courts.
I was still lost in thought when Rafe’s voice cut through.
“What?” he asked gently, his eyes soft, searching mine.
“I just...” I hesitated, the
