Chapter 10: The Trap Springs Halfway

The Grand Pavilion of the Blackthorn Regional Assembly hall echoed with the ambient hum of hundreds of ranked wolves, pack elders, and council dignitaries. High above the polished obsidian floor, banner flags representing the major regional territories fluttered

Chapter 11: Jealousy and Realization

The post-assembly reception in the private gardens of the Blackthorn estate was a performative affair of political posturing and hushed conversations. I slipped through the tall stone arches leading out to the terraced gardens, using the cool night air to clear

Chapter 12: The Secret Archive

Midnight at the Blackthorn Citadel was a fortress of deep shadows and silent patrols. Beneath the primary administrative wings lay the Restricted Historical Archive—a subterranean vault carved directly into the bedrock, housing the original founding treaties and blood