Chapter 218

AURELIA’S POV The gates of the Obsidian Fang Pack rose before us like carved obsidian stone, jagged and unyielding, crowned with silver etchings that caught the fading sunlight. Wolves—massive and disciplined—lined either side of the entrance, their armor gleaming, their gazes fixed ahead with military precision. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. This was one of the oldest packs, with roots older than most kingdoms. Its legacy pulsed in every stone, every banner draped in black and silver, every torch that burned with controlled fire. The air itself seemed heavier, as if weighed down by centuries of dominance. Beside me, Seraphina straightened her back and tilted her chin up, her golden curls cascading perfectly down her shoulders. She wore pride like it was stitched into her gown, and the guards’ eyes flickered to her as if she were royalty. And perhaps she was—Father’s favored jewel, she looked like she knew she will impress everyone. And me? I was the shadow at her side. The daught