The air beneath the Citadel tasted of metal and memory.Every breath scraped against the back of my throat, heavy with the scent of burnt incense and ancient blood. Torches lined the curved walls, their flames shivering as if the very stones remembered what had been sealed here before.Chains of silver hung from the ceiling like inverted roots, each one etched with runes that pulsed faintly—alive, sentient, watching.I stood in the center of the ritual circle, my wrists bound, my power restrained by symbols carved into the floor. I could feel them—old, predatory, pressing against my skin like teeth.Footsteps echoed.Slow, deliberate.Kaelus stepped out of the shadows. His expression was unreadable, but the glow in his eyes betrayed the Alpha beneath the mask—sharp, commanding, dangerous. He still wore the same black coat, the same silver crest of the Blood Moon Pack stitched across his chest.Even here, surrounded by the remnants of forgotten gods, he carried himself like a ruler.I
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