Killian’s POV
The night refused to rest.
Even the wind sounded wrong. It blew, carrying too many echoes, too many ghosts.
I sat on the balcony outside my chambers, staring at the training grounds below. The torches had burned out hours ago, but I could still feel the weight of the pack moving beneath the silence, restless, brittle.
It used to hum with strength. With unity. Now it pulsed like a wounded thing.
The bond that tied us, Alpha to pack, trembled at the edges. I felt it every time I reached for their energy and found only emptiness in return.
Zylia’s name pressed against my thoughts before I could stop it.
Her scent had faded from the halls, but the memory of her eyes… that stayed. That quiet defiance. The way she looked at me when I said the words that broke her.
The rejec
