Nevara
The first wolves arrived just after dawn.
I was already awake when the message came through, standing on the balcony outside our chambers with a cup of coffee growing cold in my hands. The capital looked different in the early morning light, the stone streets still quiet and damp from the night air. Vendors were only beginning to unlock shutters and roll carts into position. The city was stretching awake slowly, unaware that by midday it would be hosting the largest gathering of wolves and Lycans anyone alive had ever seen.
Thoren stepped beside me a moment later, fastening the cuffs of his shirt as he glanced toward the outer gate.
“They’re early,” he said.
“Wolves usually are.”
He gave a small, thoughtful hum at that and leaned against the railing beside me. From this height
