Kael POV
Control.
It was something Kael had mastered long ago.
As Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, control wasn’t just a skill—it was survival. Control over the pack. Control over his enemies. Control over himself.
But lately…
That control had begun to slip.
And it all traced back to one person.
Lyra.
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Kael stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed as he watched his warriors move through drills. The clang of weapons, the thud of bodies hitting the ground, the sharp commands of instructors—it should have grounded him.
Instead, his mind wandered.
To her.
The way she had stormed into his office.
The fire in her eyes.
The anger.
The disappointment.
And worst of all—
The way she had looked at him when she left.
Not afraid.
Not broken.
Just… done.
Fenrir stirred
