Far from Aria’s rising empire—
Beyond the borders of known territories, where even the bravest wolves do not roam—
Darkness reigns.
A fortress carved from black stone rises against a storm-filled sky. Lightning cracks overhead, illuminating jagged towers and bloodstained walls. The air itself feels corrupted… thick with power and something far more dangerous.
Something ancient.
Something waiting.
Inside the throne hall—
Silence bows.
Warriors kneel in perfect stillness, their heads lowered, their bodies tense—not out of respect…
But fear.
At the far end of the hall, upon a throne forged from bone and iron—
He sits.
Alpha Malrik.
His presence alone suffocates the room. Dark power coils around him like a living thing, pulsing with every slow breath he takes. His eyes glow faintl
