Interlude: A Word from the Author to You
Dear Reader,
Stop. Breathe. Let the palace fall away for a moment. Let the thunder of hooves fade, the clash of steel grow quiet, the honey-rain-wildflower scent drift into the background. Right now it's just us scrolling this screen, me sitting across from you in the quiet space between chapters, and I need to talk to you plainly. No flowery sentences. No careful poetry. Just the raw truth about the thing that haunts every line you've read so far, and a few other pieces of this world that might have slipped past you in the heat of the story.
We're going to talk about the Echo, the sigils, and the handful of terms that carry the real weight of what Nalia and his ten alphas are actually fighting for. Because this isn't just a romance, and it isn't just a power fantasy. It's a second chance at fixing something that broke so badly the world still remembers the sound of it shattering.
Let's start with the Echo.
