Kael had faced battles that shattered mountains. He had torn out hearts with his bare hands and faced death without blinking.
But standing at the door of the cave where Seren’s mother was said to dwell—this was different.
This fear had no fangs.
Only silence.
Only memory.
The trees outside the cave dripped with a fog so thick it looked like the forest itself was weeping. No guards. No scent trail. Only the faintest shimmer of old magic. The kind that tasted of bones and broken promises.
Kael inhaled once, then stepped inside.
The light dimmed immediately, as if the cave swallowed it.
He walked for what felt like hours.
Until suddenly… she was there.
She sat by a dying fire.
Still. Pale. Regal in a way that unsettled him more than any Alpha he'd ever faced.
Her hair was the same
