POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The Great Hall of the Royal Palace was no longer a silent tomb. It was a forge. The air hummed with the steady vibration of the Lunar Reservoir, and the rhythm of the reconstruction was punctuated by the sharp, disciplined barking of orders. We had the palace, we had the crown, and we had the power grid—but a kingdom without an elite guard was just a very expensive target.
I stood on the balcony overlooking the newly cleared training floor. Beside me stood Caleb, my Royal Beta, and Mark, my Royal Gamma. Both men looked as though they hadn't slept in a week. Their gear was dusty, their eyes sharp with a new, heavy burden of responsibility.
"The thirteen packs have sent their finest," Caleb said, gesturing to the eighty warriors assembled below. "But 'finest' i
