Kaelith’s POV
A strange tightness settled in my chest as I rose from my chair and moved toward the window overlooking the training grounds below. Warriors continued sparring beneath the fading evening light while servants crossed the courtyard carrying supplies, and the normalcy of the scene felt oddly disconnected from the image beginning to form inside my mind.
"How badly was Simon hurt?"
The warrior hesitated.
"Answer me."
"Badly, Alpha. We couldn't get close enough without exposing ourselves, but he suffered multiple injuries. He’s dead."
For several moments, I said nothing. The warrior remained standing behind me while I stared out at the courtyard, yet my thoughts were nowhere near Crescentmoon. Instead, they drifted unwillingly toward an auburn-haired girl with nervous haze
