Kael’s POV
Silver Moon does not sleep that night.
Word spreads faster than wolves can contain it.
The Beta has been imprisoned.
The Luna has been exposed.
The truth about the past has begun to c***k open.
And at the centre of it all stands me.
I remain on the balcony long after the courtyard empties.
The moon hangs high above the territory, pale and indifferent, watching everything I have broken.
The bond.
The exile.
The months.
My hands grip the stone railing until the edges bite into my palms.
Alive.
The word refuses to leave my head.
Amara is alive.
For months, I had hoped she was alive, but I told myself the silence meant she had not survived the wilds. That the rogues had taken her, that it was tragic but inevitable.
Now I am sure she didn’t die. She lived.
And I am
