Kane
The halls of the Moon Palace were quiet as I strode through them, my steps echoing against the polished floors. It was early evening, and the scent of freshly polished wood mingled with the faint aroma of tonight’s dinner being prepared in the kitchens. I was on my way to yet another meeting with the elders. The Council. My puppet masters.
Their voices always grated on my nerves, their endless demands disguised as guidance. They had a way of reminding me that I was the Alpha King in name only. My decisions weren’t my own, and my every action was scrutinized.
I inhaled deeply, trying to steady my temper. Losing control in front of them wasn’t an option.
But as I turned a corner near the kitchens, my sharp senses caught something—or rather, someone.
It wasn’t a scent I recognized.
