The morning was crisp, the sun barely cresting over the dense forest that surrounded the royal palace as Kaius stood at the helipad, ready to leave his pack. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, the weight of his decision pressing on both him and his father. The rotors of the helicopter hummed in the background, an impatient reminder that time was slipping away.
King Markus stood before him, his expression unreadable, but his eyes, his father’s eyes, held something deeper. Worry. Pride. A silent prayer that his son wouldn’t walk into a storm he couldn’t weather.
They embraced, a show of emotion between an Alpha King and his heir, their bond unshaken despite the uncertainties ahead.
"Be safe, son," Markus murmured, his voice carrying a gravity that sent a chill down Kaius’s spine. "
