The city appeared at midday like a vision from another world.
Selene stopped on the forest road, staring at Caer Thalor spread before her in the valley below.
It was massive. Sprawling. More buildings than she'd ever seen in one place. White stone structures with red tile roofs. Golden domes catching the sunlight. Towers and spires reaching toward the sky.
And at the heart of it all, dominating everything, the royal castle.
It rose on a hill like a crown of white stone and power. Four towers at the corners flying crimson banners. Walls that must be thirty feet high. Silver gates that gleamed even from this distance.
The seat of the Alpha King. The home of the man who'd destroyed her family.
Damian's kingdom.
Selene's hand moved to touch the mark on her forehead. Hidden now beneath cosmetics and careful application of herbs that masked its scent. But still there. Still burning faintly. Always burning.
