Kai's Point of View
The dining hall smells like roasted meat, herbs, and baked bread, but underneath it all lingers the faint metallic tang of blood and smoke, reminders that none of them have really escaped what happened.
I walk in beside Octavia, matching her pace. She keeps her head high, her expression calm, but I can tell by the tightness in her jaw that she is not fine. Not even close.
We move through the line in silence. The scrape of metal serving spoons against trays fills the air. I spoon food onto my plate just to have something to do with my hands. My appetite is long gone, left somewhere between the attack, the holding cell and the man who dropped dead in front of us.
'The Alpha’s daughter. The moon’s favored one. She is the reason it all started.'
Those words keep loopin
