Arthur’s POV
Arthur had never felt powerless before, not in battle or leadership, nor in war. But watching Silver walk away from him like that had hollowed him out in a way no blade ever could.
He stood in the training yard long after she disappeared down the corridor, the echo of her words still ringing in his skull.
You don’t get to rewrite that.
His wolf paced inside him, agitated, claws scraping against bone, unsettled by something it couldn’t name, not threat or dominance. Loss.
That was new, and it was dangerous.
Arthur inhaled sharply, forcing himself back into control. The guards avoided his gaze. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath around him.
“You’re unravelling.”
Matt’s voice cut through the silence.
Arthur didn’t turn.
“I am not.”
Matt approached anyway, boots st
