The departure of Kaelen and Elara to the Crystalline Silence was not a death, but to the Blackwood Pack, it felt like the sun had been extinguished. For eighteen years, the Manor had been the center of the supernatural universe. Now, it was a hollowed-out monument of marble and memories.I stood at the head of the long table in the War Room—the same room where my mother had once faced down Silas Vane and the Ghost Council. I, Aero Thorne, was now the Alpha of the South, but as I looked at the empty seat beside me where Lyra should have been sitting, I felt less like a King and more like a boy holding a live grenade.The room was filled with the scents of agitated wolves. Varick, now aged and scarred but still as stubborn as a mountain, sat to my left. To my right were the new leaders of the coastal packs—men and women who had grown up on stories of my parents' divinity and were now looking for any sign of weakness in their son."The border skirmishes in the East are not stopping,
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