Visaris
I was a fool.
For years, I had prided myself on my ability to make decisions with clarity and purpose, steering the Lycan kingdom through power and influence. But when it came to matters of the heart, I was hopelessly lost. I failed time and time again to guard myself from the one thing that stripped away all my reason—love.
The pain gnawing at me then, the raw ache deep in my chest, was painfully familiar. I had felt it the first time when my mother died. It was as if someone had taken a jagged blade to my soul, cutting me apart piece by piece until there was nothing left. Even then, decades later, I remembered that loss as if it had happened yesterday.
My mother… Rhiannon.
I closed my eyes and saw her face—delicate, ethereal, like something out of a painting. Pale skin, long
