Chapter 32 – Kaelen’s Dream
The Weight of the Night
The fires still smoldered.
Even hours after the vampire attack, the scent of blood clung to the air, acrid and heavy. Wolves paced the perimeter of the village in tight patrols, ears sharp for another ambush. Mothers gathered pups indoors. Warriors nursed wounds in silence, their gazes darting often—too often—toward Seren.
Kaelen saw it all. He felt it in the tremor of his people, in the way silence had thickened like fog.
The Alpha’s word had ended the whispers tonight, but words were fragile shields. The suspicion would return, festering like rot.
And at the center of it all—her.
Seren sat by the embers, Lyra beside her, their voices low. Her hand still faintly glowed when she brushed her hair back from her face, as though the li
