KILLIAN
The east wing sitting room felt like a cage.
Elaine sat across from me, legs crossed elegantly, teacup in hand, looking for all the world like we were negotiating a simple alliance instead of bargaining for Candice’s life.
The bond in my chest pulsed weakly — a fading heartbeat that reminded me with every second how little time we had left.
Claude stood to my left, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. Darian stood by the door, arms crossed, eyes burning with quiet horror as he watched Elaine like she was a venomous snake ready to strike.
Elaine took a slow sip of tea, then set the cup down with deliberate grace.
“So,” she said calmly, “let’s be clear about what I’m asking for. I want formal recognition as a protected ally of Crescent Moon Pack. Full status. Immuni
