Chapter 96 Drave

• Caelum Frost, my younger brother, is the very definition of chaos incarnate, a storm of poor choices and reckless impulses. The worst king Veridiana has ever had. Watching his reign slowly crumble has been a fascinating spectacle, almost poetic. Each crack that forms in the throne, every murmur of discontent echoing through the castle halls, brings me a satisfaction I can’t disguise. And the best part? Those cracks bear my name.
• A movement that began as a spark in forgotten territories is now transforming into a fire that threatens to consume Caelum’s kingdom. Because, let’s face it, who in their right mind would prefer a half-breed on the throne? A hybrid with no true identity, torn between two conflicting natures? No, the people deserve a true leader, someone who understands the natural laws of life and power. And that someone is me. A pure-blood lycan. The one who was unjustly exiled, but now returns to claim what is rightfully mine.
• While Caelum tries, pathetically, to dismantle my organization, I watch from afar, with the unshakable confidence of a predator watching its prey wear itself down. He’ll never catch me, because Caelum doesn’t understand the true essence of power. It’s not brute force. It’s not political strategy. It’s loyalty. Something he’s never had, but I have in abundance.