Alex’s Pov
I didn’t knock.
I stormed through the crystal doors of the war chamber, fury pounding through me like a second heartbeat. My boots struck obsidian floors with echoing violence, each step ringing louder than the one before. Scrolls fluttered in the gust of my arrival. War maps trembled. Court advisors flinched.
The guards twitched toward their weapons, but not one dared draw.
At the far end of the room, King Theron looked up from the carved wolfstone war table. The silver light bleeding through the lattice windows cast his face in fractured shadow, cutting across the sharp lines of his cheekbones and the colder ones of his soul.
“You should rest,” he said evenly, as if nothing had cracked.
I laughed once. Not humor.
Cold.
Ferocious.
“She almost died.”
He didn’t even bli
