The Obsidian Citadel was a monument to ancient Lycanthrope law, a colossal amphitheater carved directly into the black volcanic rock of the neutral territories. Its towering pillars were wrapped in centuries of ivy, and the circular seating arrangement was designed to ensure that no Alpha, no matter

The tension in the Obsidian Citadel was so thick it could have been sliced with a silver blade. The murmurs of the Southern elites died in their throats as Serafina stood in the dead center of the amphitheater. The absolute stillness of her posture was unnatural. She was a woman who had just had her

The silence in the Obsidian Citadel was absolute, deafening in its weight. Hundreds of the most powerful Lycans in the supernatural underworld held their breath, their eyes darting between the terrified human trembling on the marble floor and the towering Northern Sovereign who had just sealed the S