"Power wrapped in chains does not break quietly. It laughs, it sings, and when it roars, the world listens."
TAEMIN'S POV
The first roar was for chaos, of course, and the second was for company. Honestly, I do not know why people get so nervous about a little noise. Do you lock a wolf in a dungeon for years, bleed her, chain her, poke her with every silver-coated toy your imagination can conjure, and then act surprised when she howls? Please. If anything, I had been polite up until now.
But tonight? Oh no. Tonight, the game had changed.
The moment I felt him, my twin flame stretched thin across this rotten kingdom, I knew. My powers stirred like a long-sleeping beast uncoiling in my ribs. Crestwave. The thing the old wolves had whispered about was feared so much that they drowned their own history in blood. And wouldn't you know it? The fact that he had come to the Northern Kingdom made me smile.
