KAEL
I left the pack lands with a heart so heavy it felt like it was dragging the rest of me into the dirt. Every step away from home tasted like loss, raw, metallic, and bitter. It was as if something vital had been carved straight out of my chest and left bleeding behind me. Never, not in any version of my future, had I imagined this.
Me. A rogue.
Cast out by my own father, not for treason, or weakness. But because my beliefs no longer aligned with his, because I dared to want a life shaped by my own choices. The word rogue settled on me like a curse. One of the very creatures I’d been raised to despise. The wolves we were taught to treat as threats, as beasts without honor, and as shadows to chase from our borders.
Failures of loyalty, of bloodline and of everything my father claime
