HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE
Around him stood hundreds—perhaps thousands—of wolves, cloaked in ash-grey and crimson, fists raised in silence.
“I speak not as prince,” Arion began, his voice low and cold, “nor as exile. But as the truth, your ancestors feared.”
He opened his arms, flame flickering at his fingertips, and the crowd behind him did not cheer. They stood like statues, as if their silence was its war cry.
“I am the Flame Unbound. The Fire That Chose Itself. I am no longer shackled by the rusted bloodlines of hollow thrones. I am Sovereign—High Sovereign of the New Fire Order.”
Bab Populer