Kael’s pov
I woke up with a dull ache in my shoulder and a sharp sting where the scrape had crusted overnight. It didn’t bother me too much—nothing I hadn’t felt before. Compared to what I’ve been through in the border fights, a scratch was just a handshake from nature.
Still, I had a few things to get done today. I pulled on a clean shirt, tucked the edge into my belt, and headed down the corridor toward Enzo’s study. The early morning air inside the packhouse still carried the sharpness of night chill. I liked it better when everything was quiet like this.
I knocked once.
“Come in,” came his voice.
Enzo sat at his desk, sleeves rolled, skimming through a pile of documents like he was ready to end someone's career over one misplaced comma. He barely looked up as I entered.
“I need y
