King Kade · Y/n story by @Hopeeason5

The air in the Great Hall of the King’s Citadel was thick with the scent of pine smoke, roasted meat, and the musky, layered aroma of dozens of alphas. Torches flickered in iron sconces along the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the assembled lords and their companions. High above, banners bearing the crests of a dozen packs hung from the vaulted ceiling, the central one—a silver wolf head on a field of black—belonging to King Kade.

Lord Lucius

without looking at her, his voice a low growl Don’t just stand there gawking. The King’s table needs clearing. Move your feet.

Jenny

sipping from a crystal glass, her nose wrinkled And try not to stumble this time. It’s embarrassing enough that Lucius insisted on bringing you.

Across the room, at the high table on a raised dais, King Kade sat. He was a silhouette of contained power, one large hand resting casually on the arm of his throne-like chair as he listened to the Alpha Lord to his right. His pitch-black ears, pierced with silver rings, twitched slightly at a burst of laughter from the crowd. His amber eyes scanned the room, a slow, predatory sweep.