Kai met his Beta on the snowy plains, his features etched with silent fury. An unyielding grudge simmered behind his eyes, sharp just like the cold wind. He had come here not for training, not for bonding, but for answers. And if his suspicions proved true, Coran would have no place as Beta of the King once the war was over.
"Your Majesty, why are we here?" Coran asked, scanning the endless stretch of frostbitten earth.
The landscape was a sea of white, cold, barren, and wind-swept. In other years, the shifters would have welcomed the winter, using it to sharpen their instincts and test the strength of their animal forms. But this year, everything felt… off, tense, mournful.
Kai's voice cut through the silence like a sharp breeze. "Coran, if I fall in this war… what will you do, as heir to the Mountain Wolves?"
