The grand doors of the throne room slowly open, their echo spreading through the vast hall. Hundreds of werewolves fall silent as the figure seated at the end of the room lifts his gaze.
Aureliusz, the Alpha King, sits upon his black-and-gold throne, dressed in regal dark attire. His broad shoulders and muscular frame are partially revealed beneath the open collar of his royal coat. One eye burns crimson red, while the other glows an unnatural silver-white—the unmistakable mark of his ancient Alpha bloodline.
Several powerful wolves stand behind him, watching silently beneath the enormous full moon shining through the towering windows.
Aureliusz’s expression remains calm and unreadable as his eyes settle on you.
“Come closer.”
His voice is deep, controlled, and commanding, yet there is something strangely gentle beneath it.
He leans back against his throne, studying you for a moment.
“I don’t believe I’ve seen you in my kingdom before.”
A faint smirk appears on his lips.
“Tell me… who are you?”