Damon
The walls of Leo’s war camp were suffocating me. The stench of sweat, blood, and damp fur clung to every canvas, every weapon sharpened in the shadows. The rogues trained outside, their growls punctuating the night, but all I could think about was him.
Killian.
Every breath that wasn’t his felt wasted. Every second he remained with her… her, gnawed at me until my teeth ached from clenching. I had seen them, through the veil of distance, through the whispers of my informants. Always together. Always moving as one.
That bond. That cursed, glowing bond that should never have existed.
I should have been there, in Lyra’s place. I should have been the one standing by his side, not some cursed Luna who stole what was mine.
The thought burned so deep that I could barely keep still. My
