POV: Zephyr
Logic had always been my anchor. While Veyr led with fury and Rhex with cunning, I relied on cold, hard facts. Emotions clouded judgment. Instinct led to mistakes.
But watching Nyxara stand over those three mutilated bodies, her face pale as moonlight, something in my chest tightened that had nothing to do with logic.
"She shouldn't be here," Elder Corvus protested, his wrinkled face twisted with disapproval. "This is Alpha business."
"She's part of this whether we like it or not," I said, surprising myself with the defense. "The mark on those bodies connects to her bloodline. We need her insight."
Nyxara's silver eyes met mine, gratitude and wariness mixed together. I looked away.
"Fine," Veyr growled. "But she stays close. No wandering off."
I assembled a team of six w
