The Old School Ledgers

POV: Kaelen.

The crisp dawn air burned my lungs, thick with the scent of damp earth and raw, collective grief. Arthur’s celebration ceremony was moving. The man loved his pack, bleeding his soul into their survival and prosperity over the decades. Now, the heavy weight of his legacy fell squarely on my shoulders. Beta Tobias stood before the mourning crowd, his voice projecting through the toweri