Kael Draven’s POV
I’ve dealt with chaos before.
Political chaos. Pack disputes. Bloodline conflicts that would make weaker wolves fold instantly.
This is different.
Because this one reacts to me.
Elera Vale stands a few steps away from me, breathing uneven, trying too hard to look composed. She already knows what we are. That part is done. There’s no more hiding the truth.
The damage is already made.
Now it’s containment.
And I’m losing ground faster than I should.
Riven stands beside me, quiet as always.
“She’s overwhelmed,” he says.
I don’t look away from her. “She’s unstable with it.”
“Not unstable,” Riven corrects. “Unprepared.”
Same outcome.
Different word.
Elera presses her fingers lightly against her chest again. I notice immediately. That reaction is becoming predict
