NORA
Enough time to plan, but…
Cardan’s voice had that firm, deliberate tone it usually had when he was about to say something serious. I knew it before he even said a word. Something was up.
He was seated in the council room, dressed in dark robes, his silver hair brushed neatly behind his head. The sunlight from the window cut across his face, making him look both regal and weary. He looked... sick. His skin had lost that usual glow it carried. The Alpha looked pale, and there was something in his eyes that screamed fatigue.
Kai and I exchanged a look before walking closer.
“You called for us, Alpha,” I said softly, bowing slightly. I always kept that tone with him — gentle, respectful, loyal. It worked every single time.
Cardan leaned back in his chair. “Yes, Nora,” he said, rubbi
