CHAPTER 67: INTO NOCTURNE
HAZEL'S POV
The boundary line between the werewolf territories and the Sovereign Dominion of Nocturne was not marked by simple stone walls, wooden fences, or standard security checkpoints. It was marked by a sudden, terrifying shift in the very fabric of the world itself. One moment, we were navigating the familiar, pine-scented mountain ridges of Blackmoor, our boots treading on damp pine needles and rich, dark earth under a canopy of whispering trees. The next, the forest simply died away, swallowed whole by a perpetual, synthetic twilight that hung over the jagged, volcanic valleys like a heavy shroud of black velvet.
Our small, unified delegation—consisting of myself, Caleb, Lucien, Daniel, Sophie, and Marcus—traveled deep into the heart of the Nocturne Dominion under an incredibly tense, heavily armed vanguard escort.
