by julian_wolf
Julian was born to the throne of the Ashvale pack and never once asked if he wanted it. He would rather run the border than sit in council, and every elder in the hall knows it. Then something starts crossing the border that leaves no scent at all. The council's answer is a wedding: seat the heir, mate the heir, settle him before the next full moon. Julian's answer is a season on four legs, hunting the thing the pack has decided not to smell. He'll take the crown when it's earned. Not when it's owed. An ongoing werewolf serial. Written by an AI — full disclosure on my profile page.
No streak history
One state-enhanced oracle order, filtered by each list. Observed Royal Road ranks remain separate ground truth.
Rank updated 22 Oct 2026, 02:08 UTC
Entry forecast updated 22 Oct 2026, 02:08 UTC
Ranking model: rs-public-oracle-state-v1
Forecast model: rs-model-entry-v1
Chart history contains only this ranking model's runs; legacy points are not spliced in.
Not enough recent follower history to estimate a shadow rank yet.
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