Nitras POV
They whisper my brother’s name differently now.
Not Prince Blake.
Not Heir.
Not Weapon.
They whisper about his wolf.
I hear it in the pauses that shouldn’t exist—conversations that die the moment I pass, eyes that flick away too late, the careful way servants suddenly remember they have somewhere else to be. Rumors travel faster than dragons fly when a secret tastes expensive enough.
And Blake’s secrets always taste like blood.
My name is Nitras, second son of the dragon king—born with fire in my veins and patience in my bones. Where Blake charges forward like a storm, I have always learned to wait. To listen. To let people reveal themselves while they think they are safe.
Blake vanished without ceremony.
He didn’t petition the court. He didn’t request guards. He didn’
