Four years of unprecedented peace had brought stability to the northern realm. Trade routes were flourishing, the Coalition was thriving, and the Bloodmoon borders were secure.
Inside the mansion however, there was no peace. The reason? Two tiny, four-year-old royal terror-twins.
"Hold the perimeter!" Miguel’s panicked voice echoed down the hallway, followed by loud footsteps. "They’ve flanked the eastern wing. I repeat, the royal heirs have breached the eastern wing.
I stood at the top of the staircase, holding a tray of tea. My mouth fell open in utter disbelief as three fully armored elite Alpha guards scrambled across the floor. A sudden, sharp yip echoed through the corridor.
Just then, a black wolf pup no larger than a housecat shot out from behind a tapestry. He had bright gr
