Kael’s POV
The wind was dry today. Not just dry but parched. The kind that kissed the back of your throat with dust and carried the faint, dying scent of something long gone.
I stood with arms folded tight across my chest, jaw clenched. The warped floorboards groaned beneath my shoes. Behind me, George hovered like a shadow, one brow arched as if he could already smell the tension bleeding off my skin.
I knocked once at Eva's door. Sharp. Final.
She opened it immediately, like she’d been standing behind it, waiting, watching.
“Alpha.” Her voice was clipped, her stance firm. Arms crossed like mine. Her hair yanked back in a no-nonsense braid, like she was preparing for war, not conversation.
“I’m here for Diana,” I said, keeping my tone low, restrained.
Eva tilted her head slightly,
