[Third Person].
The convoy rolled to a stop before Stormveil's massive border gates.
The Great Wall rose behind them—ancient stone layered with protective runes that shimmered faintly under the sun. It stretched beyond sight in both directions, a silent guardian encircling the entire werewolf territory.
It would take weeks—months—to inspect every stretch of it. Meredith knew that, so she began where it mattered most.
The commander of the border post hurried forward and bowed deeply. "Your Majesty. Alpha Dennis."
Meredith acknowledged him with a nod. "Report."
"There are no disturbances, Your Majesty. No breaches. Patrol rotations have remained constant."
Dennis stepped out beside her, scanning the tree line beyond the Wall. The forest outside Stormveil looked deceptively calm.
Meredith walked toward the base of the Wall. Up close, the runes carved into the stone pulsed faintly—old magic woven with wolf blood.
