The night air was cold against their skin as the four of them...Alaric, Kieran, Caspian, and Lysandra, walked to the isolated training grounds, away from the pack house, away from listening ears.The brothers moved in tense silence, their minds churning with questions. Lysandra walked ahead, her ancient form moving with purpose, her silver and gold hair catching the moonlight.When they reached the center of the empty courtyard, Lysandra turned to face them."Sit," she commanded, and the Alpha Kings found themselves obeying....three massive, powerful warriors sitting on the ground like children being called to listen to a story."Your father was not a good man," Lysandra began without preamble. Her voice was cold, cutting, absolutely devoid of sentiment. "He was a strategist. A manipulator. A king who thought twenty moves ahead and cared very little for the cost of his ambitions."Alaric's jaw clenched. "Our father was honorable...""Your father was many things," Lysandra interrupted.
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