SILVAN’S POV
The room smelled like sickness.
That sharp, metallic scent of medicine mixed with the cold damp air. My father’s chambers used to feel warm… strong… like him. But today they felt like a grave waiting for a body.
His body.
My father, the great Alpha Hadeon, the giant, the unshakable, lay half-alive, half-gone, his chest rising in tiny, weak breaths. His once-massive arms reduced to frail shadows of themselves. Tubes curled around him like vines choking a dying tree.
People whispered he wouldn’t see the next moon.
They weren’t wrong.
“Everyone… leave.”
My voice cracked, but no one questioned me. Warriors, healers, maids, they all bowed and slipped out silently.
The door clicked shut.
And the moment we were alone…
I shattered.
My knees slammed onto the floor beside hi
