The sky was dark, but not with clouds. It felt heavy—like something ancient was watching. A low breeze brushed against Lucifer's face as he stood at the edge of the ruined cathedral that would serve as the first home of what he was about to create. His long coat fluttered in the wind, and his red eyes narrowed.
Zane stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the torchlight flicker from outside where everyone was waiting. "Everything is ready," he said, breaking the silence. "We've got a coven. The stray wolves—we've made them a pack. Even humans, the ones who've seen too much or lost too much, have chosen to stand with us. All that's left is you. Show yourself. Name the clan."
Lucifer didn't answer right away. His gaze stayed on the horizon.
Something was coming. He could feel it in the air. Not a person. Not yet. Just… a shift. A change. Something subtle, crawling under his skin, whispering at the back of his mind. A warning. But he pushed it aside.
Not now.
