AN HOUR AGO. The ancient stone walls of the Royal House trembled under the guttural growls of Andronikos-- Alpha King Draekon’s dragon. Today, the beast sounded restless, almost aware of the incoming clan spirits. Indeed, the DragonBorns had just arrived Iron-Vale, their elegant dragons cutting through the sky in formation. Crowds of werewolves lined the streets, gasping at the sight. Meanwhile, inside the royal chambers, tension hung thick in the air amongst the three brothers. Zayn, the ever empathetic one, paced the room restlessly, while Dione who could care less, sat in a corner looking bored. Draekon, the cold and eldest one amongst the brothers remained silent, towering like an angry god while maids worked around him, fastening his ceremonial robe. “Are you really sure you want this, Draekon?” Zayn asked, sighing for what felt like the hundredth time. After losing his mate seven years ago, Draekon had also lost a huge part of himself. As a DragonBorn-
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