The Capital

Leo and his group finally arrived at the outskirts of the beastkin capital, the towering gates of wood and reinforced metal coming into view.

The walls stretched high, their construction blending natural elements with sturdy fortifications.

Vines coiled around massive wooden beams, and carvings of ancient beasts and tribal symbols adorned the gate.

Torches burned with a soft blue glow, their enchanted flames flickering under the twin moons overhead.

As the massive wolves slowed their pace, Leo exhaled, his muscles finally relaxing.

The ride had been unlike anything he had ever experienced—fluid, yet untamed. The way the wolves navigated the terrain with effortless grace made it clear why the beastkin favored them as mounts.

Rhaun, their guide, dismounted first, his movements swift and practiced. His golden eyes flickered toward Leo and his group as they climbed off their respective mounts.