Alara
The early morning air was cool against my skin as I padded down the hallway. My throat was painfully dry, the kind of dry that made swallowing feel like rubbing sandpaper together. I needed water, fast. As I made my way toward the kitchen, I passed by Kaelen’s study room. The door was cracked open, just enough for me to hear the faint murmurs of conversation coming from inside.
I paused, my hand instinctively tightening around the hem of my shirt. It was Kaelen, and Lucas was with him. My ears perked up when I caught the tail end of a sentence, something about a court hearing being scheduled. My heart skipped a beat. The custody case.
Without thinking, I stepped closer to the door, straining to hear more.
Kaelen’s voice was low but clear. “I’ll have to leave Darkridge pack for a
