Scars of the Past

The heavy oak doors of the grand hall swung shut, muffling the lingering murmurs of the dispersed crowd and leaving the corridor steeped in a sudden, ringing silence. Kaelen stood mere inches from Roxana, the residual adrenaline of his public display still humming beneath his skin, electric and sharp. But as the echoes of the younger wolves' cheers faded into the distance, a completely different k