Kael’s POV
It has been three weeks, Since I came back from where I was kept when I was kidn*pped. The early morning sun filtered through the large windows of my room, casting golden rays across the stone walls. I rolled out of bed, my body aching from restless sleep, and dragged myself into the bathroom. Cold water splashed against my face, shocking my senses awake. I stared into the mirror, droplets clinging to my lashes. The reflection that stared back at me felt foreign, haunted by fragmented memories, shadowed by questions I was too tired to ask.
I needed focus. I needed control.
Grabbing my training gear, I stormed out of the room, my boots echoing against the marble floors as I made my way to the training grounds. The pack members I passed greeted me with respect, some with smiles
