Aziel's pov
I stood on the balcony of the packhouse, staring at the horizon.
The morning sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden glow over the trees.
Despite the peace and quiet around me, my mind was restless.
It had been years since I’d last seen Zior and Zayn.
The twins were like family to me, more so than most of the pack. We’d fought together,
bled together and survived together during our time in the army.
They were the only ones who truly understood the weight of the battles I’d fought—both
on the field and in my mind.
As I turned away from the view, my phone buzzed. A message from the patrol guards at
the northern border.
Zior and Zayn have arrived.
I made my way downstairs, heart pounding slightly with anticipation. I hadn’t realized
how much I missed them until
