(Daciana POV)
Gonzalo knelt beneath the moonlight with every wolf staring at him, and the black feather over his heart burned through his armor.
For one long moment, nobody spoke, because betrayal looked different when it wore the face of a man everyone had trusted.
Conri stood frozen beside me, his sword still half-raised, his silver eyes fixed on the captain who had guarded his life for years.
I had seen Conri angry before, cold before, dangerous before, but I had never seen him look truly wounded until that moment.
Gonzalo had stood beside him in war, carried his orders, protected Northridge gates, and smiled like loyalty had lived inside his bones.
Now the moon had shown Ashina’s unborn child tied to him, and every oath he had ever spoken trembled beneath that silver truth.
Ashi
