POV: Silver Colt
The night hung heavy over Moonveil Pack, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of blood on the wind. After the intrusion into my room, I could hardly think straight. Every creak of the floorboards, every shadow slipping past my window, made my pulse spike. I needed someone to talk to—a familiar face. Someone I thought I could trust.
Lesiana’s name came to mind. Despite my unease around her, I needed guidance, a steady hand. Maybe… just maybe, she could anchor me.
I found her sitting in the training hall, the pale moonlight reflecting off her sharp features, casting her in a glow that was both serene and formidable. She looked up as I approached, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if she already knew something was wrong.
“You’re late,” she said softly, her voice s
