Chapter 7 - The Assault on the Northern Crown
Chaos consumed the Citadel.
The eastern gates had been thrown open from the inside, allowing hundreds of black-furred, blood-crazed syndicate wolves to pour into the courtyards like a ravenous tide.
Kale stood at the top of the grand courtyard staircase, his true Alpha form partially unleashed. Massive black claws tipped his hands, his eyes blazing like twin white suns as he tore through incoming rogue warriors with devastating efficiency. Every swipe of his arm sent enemy bodies flying into the snowdrifts.
Beside him fought his elite royal guard, holding the line against impossible odds.
"Protect the Queen!" Kale roared, his voice shaking the stone walls.
High above the battlefield, on the grand balcony, Lena was surrounded by three guards.
Suddenly, a streak of shadows blurred across the roof tiles. The three guards were slashed open before they could even draw their swords, falling dead to the cold stone.
Out of the shadows stepped Lord Vane, his blade dripping with black poison. Beside him stood Lady Vanya, holding a glowing dark artifact.
"How pathetic," Vanya sneered, looking at Lena. "The little Omega playing at being a Queen."
"Vanya," Lena said, her voice remarkably calm despite her pounding heart. "You betrayed your own people. You brought monster into our home."
"This home was supposed to be mine!" Vanya screamed, her face contorting with rage. "I served Kale for years! I bled for this pack! And then he brings back a gutter-born girl and hands her a crown?!"
"Enough talking," Vane growled, stepping forward. "Bring her."
Vane lunged with terrifying speed, his dark blade aimed directly at Lena’s heart.
Lena did not run. She did not scream.
She closed her eyes, reaching deep into the newly opened ocean of power within her spirit. She felt the ancient silver wolf inside her stand tall, opening its jaws to release a blast of cosmic energy.
Lena opened her eyes—they were glowing with pure, blinding starlight.
"Kneel," Lena commanded.
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The voice that left her throat was not human. It was the harmonious, terrifying chorus of the First Coven.
A wave of silver sonic energy burst from her body, expanding outward in a massive ring of pure celestial magic.
