POV: Silver Colt
The corridors of Moonveil Pack were unusually silent as I made my way toward the elder’s chambers. The aftermath of the Red Moon Feast still lingered in the air: the faint smoke of incense, the metallic tang of wine and roasted meats, and the undercurrent of whispered plots. Every shadow seemed longer, every footstep heavier. My thoughts churned with Amelia’s smile and the stranger’s gaze.
Elder Kael’s chambers were tucked at the far end of the east wing, away from the public eye. The door creaked open before I could knock, and Kael’s aged figure beckoned me inside. His eyes, sharp and knowing, pinned me immediately.
“You’ve seen too much,” he said bluntly, voice gravelly with age. “Or perhaps… you’ve sensed more than you should.”
I hesitated, my throat dry. “With all
