Chapter 12

• Kael strode into the grand court of the Elders, his every step echoing like the toll of a bell against the polished stone floor. The chamber was vast and imposing, with its high vaulted ceiling adorned with the ancient sigils of the pack. Flickering braziers cast wavering shadows, making the room seem alive with dark whispers.
• Kael’s appearance was nothing short of regal. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, betraying the storm raging within him. His black tunic, intricately embroidered with his family crest, emphasized the breadth of his shoulders and the authority he carried effortlessly.
• The Elders sat in a semi-circle at the far end of the room, their faces a mixture of sternness and disdain. Behind them, the court members murmured quietly, their whispers growing louder as Kael approached. He felt their judgment like a physical weight, but he carried it with the ease of a man accustomed to defying expectations.