The morning after the announcement, the keep felt different. Rey noticed it the moment she stepped into the corridor. Servants who once greeted her politely now bowed their heads with visible respect. Guards straightened as she passed, their posture noticeably more attentive than before.

Word had traveled fast. The Alpha’s heir. It was not simply gossip now, it was a fact the entire pack was already adapting to. Maren followed closely behind her, carrying a tray of herbs.

“You shouldn’t walk too quickly, my lady,” Maren murmured.

Rey slowed slightly, though the concern amused her. “You’re beginning to sound like Karl.”

Maren lowered her voice. “The Alpha gave instructions this...