Kael’s POV
The afternoon sun scorched the ground as I dragged my feet across the compound. I hated the heat. Hated the sweat sticking to my back. Hated the bandage around my head that itched like hell. But most of all, I hated how everyone kept looking at me like I was some fragile piece of glass.
“He’s still recovering.”
“Don’t talk too much around him.”
“Don’t trigger anything.”
Bunch of cowards.
I’m Kael, son of Alpha Lucien, heir to the Mooncroft pack. That’s what they kept telling me, anyway. You’d think that title would come with respect. But all I got were awkward smiles, half-bows, and whispers behind my back.
Everyone acting like they knew me. Like they had memories of me, stories, moments, relationships.
And I had nothing.
No memory. No attachment. No trust.
Just… empti
