Leah Carter’s Point of View
Brann’s words hung in the air like a curse.
“If you fall, the Veil will fall too. And she will die with you.”
No one spoke after that. The fire crackled weakly between us, spitting sparks into the dark, and I could feel my pulse in my throat. Kael stood perfectly still, but his eyes, those fierce golden eyes, had gone distant, heavy with the weight of what he’d just heard.
I wanted to tell him it wasn’t true, that the old wolf was wrong, that the bond between us couldn’t possibly hold the fate of the Veil… but deep inside, I knew, I had felt it, the way our connection burned when we fought, how the forest itself had shuddered when we drifted apart.
Kael finally spoke, his voice low. “Then I don’t fall.”
“Kael,” I began, but he turned sharply, his cloak cat
