(King Khalessi's Point of View)
The grand hall at Luna Haven buzzed with tension. This gathering was meant to finalize a long-overdue alliance between some of the strongest packs of this region, to bring order to the scattered territories. But as I looked around the room, I could feel the tension, an undercurrent that hinted at brewing dissent.
Arcanthia had no ruler; it hadn't for generations. Instead, it relied on alliances, fragile agreements that held by a thread, usually due to shared bloodlines and mutual needs. But now, with a King ruling not one, but two kingdoms—myself—seeking alliances to secure stability, it was clear that certain alphas saw my presence as an encroachment on their power. And one in particular, with a vested interest in keeping Arcanthia fractured, sat across from me, his eyes burning with barely concealed rage.
Ethan.
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