Chapter 121

Eight moons had passed since Alaric’s birth.

Not quite a year. Not quite safety either. Just enough time for war to deepen, alliances to sharpen, and for a child—born of fangs and fury—to grow teeth of his own.

He wasn’t walking.

Not yet.

But he was sitting.

And that, somehow, felt just as monu...

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