**Kaelen's pov**The sea was a flat, ink-black mirror, completely dead beneath a sky the color of bruised iron.I stood at the prow of my flagship, my leather-gloved hands gripping the carved dragonhead railing so hard the frozen wood groaned under my weight. Every small movement of my face pulled painfully against the jagged, jagged scar running from my left temple down across my cheek, a permanent souvenir from my narrow escape when Silas almost took my head in our last battle. The flesh had healed rough and dark, a constant, stinging reminder of the blood debt I owed the northern Alpha.I shifted my stance, letting my sight expand. Unlike ordinary wolves, my vision wasn't limited by the thick, suffocating sea fog hanging over the water. My eyes could cut through the grey mist for miles, tracking every ripple, every shadow, every hidden reef.And all I saw was a disaster. Eighty war galleys sat dead in the water around us, trapped in the narrow, rock-choked channel of the outer arch
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