CHAPTER SIXTY NINE - The Architecture Of Fallen Dreams

"The same history everyone knows," Lucas replied. "Five generations ago, the original pack split into three territories due to population growth and resource management." Victor laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the chamber. "That's the sanitized version they teach cubs. The truth is far more... interesting." "I didn't come for a history lesson," Lucas said flatly. "No, you came for my daughter," Victor replied, his voice hardening. "But to understand why that can never happen, you need to understand what came before." Morgana stepped forward, placing ceremonial objects around the edges of the altar—a silver bowl, a ceremonial dagger, small pouches of herbs, and vials of colored liquid. "The territories didn't divide amicably," Victor continued. "They were torn apart by betrayal. The Kane line and the Blackwood line were once unified—cousins sharing the strongest Alpha bloodline our kind has ever known." Lucas's expression remained skeptical. "If you're trying to claim we're r