ALPHA STEFFAN MONTESSORI
Madness wears a crown
“When loyalty fades, and fear no longer binds them, only chaos will obey me.”
I couldn't sleep. Again.
The moon was full… too full for my liking. It was the kind of full that made the walls feel like they were listening.
I stood by the window, watching the wind bend the trees like spines snapping under pressure. My own claws scraped the stone sill.
They were whispering again. My people.
I didn’t need enhanced hearing to know. The whispers carried their own scent… disrespect. Doubt.
Ever since the drought, since the crops rotted and the elders started falling sick, they’ve looked at me like I was the plague that infected the land.
But it wasn’t me. It was him.
Cardan.
I wasn't sure it was him, but I was sure it had to do with him.
