The morning sun filtered through the stained glass windows of the throne room, casting colorful patterns across the marble floor. King Declan of Coleridge sat upon his ornate throne, a figure of regal authority amidst the bustling courtiers and advisors. His gaze fell upon the unexpected visitor at the doorway—a magnificent black wolf, its eyes gleaming with intelligence.
"Whose wolf is this?" the King inquired, his voice echoing in the grand chamber.
"That is Red Moon, my wolf, your majesty," Ethan replied calmly, stepping forward to address the King.
"Did you bring it here from Blackwood?" King Declan questioned, curiosity evident in his tone.
"No, it has been by my side since my arrival in Coleridge," Ethan responded, his gaze unwavering.
"Ah, the royal blood strikes again," the King remarked, his eyes shifting to Gabriel.