Blade
The morning sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of my office, casting colorful patterns across the ancient oak desk where I sat reviewing reports. Six months had passed since my ascension, and the weight of the crown had settled into a familiar burden. The Sun Palace hummed with its usual activity - guards patrolling, servants rushing about their duties, and the constant flow of pack business that demanded my attention.
My hand absently touched the mate mark on my neck, a gesture that had become habit. Crystal's scent lingered in the air, sweet and familiar, mixing with the earthy smell of the forest that drifted through the open windows. Our bond had grown stronger with each passing day, though sometimes in the depths of night, I still felt that phantom pull - that ech……
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