A bitter northern wind swept across the towering walls of Frostfang Fortress, carrying fine crystals of snow that shimmered beneath the pale morning sun before settling upon weathered stone battlements where generations of sentries had stood watch against enemies arriving from beyond the frozen frontier, and within those ancient walls the Great Hall slowly filled with Alphas whose reputations had been forged not through comfortable speeches but through winters survived, battles endured, and sacrifices remembered long after victory celebrations had faded into history.
