Kaen had done well, far better than even he had imagined. The deception slipped from his tongue like honey, smooth and convincing. His bruises, though real, served him well. Every scar became a tale of Draka’s cruelty, every injury a tool to bait Lucas deeper into trust.
Lucas, the fool, had eaten it up.
The dark king with his thirst for vengeance welcomed Kaen with open arms, never once suspecting that the very wolf he had taken in was the venom within his veins. Day by day, Kaen earned his favor, guard duties, war councils, even meals at the high table. Lucas began to see Kaen not just as a new ally, but as a powerful weapon to unleash against Draka.
And Kaen played the role flawlessly.
He listened.
He nodded.
He obeyed.
And most importantly… he remembered everything.
Lucas had s
