Chapter 165 The Shield Of The Patriarch

• VICENTE’S POV
• The private tarmac on the secure executive edge of the territory was swept by a bitter, howling mountain wind. The massive, sleek transport jet sat idling, its twin engines throwing a low, rumbling vibration across the asphalt. This was the moment of departure. The bags were loaded, the flight path over the Atlantic was cleared, and the ancient soil of Spain was calling my wolf home.
• But I did not stand on this tarmac as a weary old man retreating from a foreign conflict. I stood here as a king who had successfully guarded his perimeter.