The roads were impeccable. Not just paved, but perfectly maintained, smooth asphalt without a single pothole, clear lane markings, and regular maintenance stations visible along the route. In Silver Ridge, some of their rural roads were still dirt and gravel. Here, even the smallest connecting roads looked like highways.
The infrastructure was stunning. Bridges built with both functionality and beauty in mind. Tunnel systems carved through mountains with engineering precision. Rest stops that looked more like luxury hotels than roadside facilities.
"He's not just an Alpha," Alistair murmured from the front seat. "He's a king. An actual king ruling an actual kingdom."
Thomas grunted agreement, his face pressed to the window as they passed through a small pack town. Even the smallest settlements looked prosperous, with clean streets, well-maintained buildings, and citizens who looked healthy and content.
