IN NIGHTFANG PACK
Kael stood at the window of his study, watching the moon rise over the mountains.
The training yard below was empty. The warriors trained in the mornings and take turns in the evenings and no one lingered after dark. The fortress felt hollow, as if something vital had been carved out of it and the wound had never closed.
He pressed his palm against the cold glass. The bond, wound in his chest pulsed, a dull, familiar ache. Aria didn’t reject the bond, now the bond is not completely severed.
Behind him, the door opened without a knock.
"The patrols reported no sign of rogues near the eastern valley." Ethan's voice was flat and professional. "The southern border has been quiet. The elders are asking when you'll attend the next council meeting."
"When it's necessary."
