Kael had left my room with one last infuriating smirk —
“Get dressed, Albireo. Meet us downstairs.”
Us?
Them...
Whoever they were.
I finished lacing the dark tunic I had found in the wardrobe — soft fabric, which fitted me perfectly and felt oh so comfortable — and took a steadying breath before stepping into the hallway.
Every step I took revealed another corner of Starfangs’ Alpha’s house — polished stone floors that reflected the soft morning light, silver-veined archways, tapestries woven with constellations instead of family crests. It was majestic, sure… but not ostentatious. And oddly… not very Kael either.
Too subtle.
Too restrained.
Like the walls still belonged to a ghost from the past.
I followed the low murmur of voices until I reached a wide doorway. Steeling myself
