CORALINA'S POV The deafening roar of a thousand unified wolves slowly fades into the jagged canyons of the mountain, but the absolute weight of their submission lingers in the air like heavy static. From the high stone balcony, I watch the integrated vards pick up their iron training spears, their scents blending into a single, cohesive harmony of pine, salt-brine, and the sharp copper of the deep jungle. They move with an easy, unbothered rhythm now, entirely liberated from the ancestral prejudice that almost turned this continent into a graveyard. The empire is perfectly quiet. The borders are completely secure. But behind me, the air changes. The lazy, sprawling eclipse of Clyde’s shadow-aura suddenly snaps backward, pulling tight against his bronze skin like a layer of liquid midnight. His massive hands, which had been resting with a gentle, worshipful reverence over the warm curve of my stomach, tighten around my waist with a sudden, rigid jerk. A low, territorial warning cl
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