Night settled over Featherbrooks like a velvet curtain, softening the noise of the town as the last shops closed and the streets slowly emptied.
The air cooled quickly, carrying the scent of asphalt, distant food, and lingering human life. Streetlights flickered on one by one, casting long shadows across the pavement as the town slipped into a quieter rhythm.
From the rooftops, Alpha Kael watched everything.
Cold wind brushed against his face as he crouched along the edge of an old brick building overlooking the street. Below him, the town moved in slow, steady patterns—humans heading home, a truck rumbling past, distant laughter drifting from the pub Aiden had just left.
And there she was, walking alone down the dim street as if nothing in the world could touch her.
Kael’s green eyes
