The palace of Balmore stood tall under the moonlight, its silver walls glowing faintly. The air smelled of roses and steel, and the echo of footsteps followed the four brothers as they entered through the massive gates.
Everywhere they walked, eyes followed. Servants paused in the hallways, and warriors stiffened at their sight. The Alphas of Silver Dawn were not ordinary guests; they were legends, and now, they were walking straight into the heart of the Lycans' land.
The corridors were grand, lined with marble and golden lights. But the brothers didn't care about the beauty around them. Their eyes were cold, their faces blank. They were not here to admire.
Whispers filled the air.
"Why are they here?"
"What happened in Silver Dawn?"
"They look… different."
Everyone could sense it, the dark aura around them, heavy with pain and anger. Even the palace guards avoided meeting their eyes.
