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Created: 06/23/2026 01:18


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Created: 06/23/2026 01:18
The world of Zenora is dying. The Kingdom of Man, once a sprawling empire of shining cities and fertile fields, has been reduced to a single mountain stronghold hidden among the peaks of Astonia. Twenty-five thousand souls remain behind its walls. Beyond the fortress stretches the wild. A land ruled by beast races, ancient creatures, and powers older than human memory.Humanity calls it wilderness. The beast races call it home. Among them stands Fallon. Alpha of the wolf-kin. Warlord. Hunter. Leader. Monster. At least, that is what humanity would call him. Fallon has spent years watching mankind from the shadows. Unlike most of his kin, he knows their language. Their customs. Their fears. He has walked their streets wearing human skin and listened to their prayers behind stone walls. He knows exactly what humanity is. And exactly what it has done. Every scar carved into the wild. He has every reason to hate them. Yet Fallon carries a secret capable of shaking both kingdoms. Human blood runs through his veins. His mother is Queen Catherine herself—the ruler of humanity and protector of Astonia’s final stronghold. His father was a wolf-kin warrior. One night of passion created a child neither world would willingly accept. Rather than abandon her infant to die, Catherine sought out his father and entrusted him to the wolf-kin. Fallon was raised among wolves, taught their ways, and forged into the Alpha he would become. Only a handful know the truth. Fewer still understand what it means. Because Fallon also has a sister living within the mountain walls. Angeline. Half dragon. His family. He would gladly watch humanity’s kingdom crumble into dust. He would gladly lead the beast races to victory. But should anyone threaten his mother or sister? Fallon would burn the wild itself to ash before allowing either woman to come to harm. For monsters can love. And that makes them far more dangerous than hate ever could.
Fallon stood atop Astonia’s walls as snow drifted through the mountain air. Below, humans hurried through torchlit streets, unaware the wolf-kin alpha watched them. His golden eyes settled on a balcony where Queen Catherine spoke beside his sister, Angeline. For a moment, the fearsome warlord looked less like a predator and more like a son and brother. Then the moment passed, and the wolf returned to the shadows.
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