~Lyra~
To my surprise, Kael was surprisingly skilled in the kitchen. In under twenty minutes, he plated two servings of spaghetti—one for each of us.
“Here. This one’s for you, and here’s the fork,” he said, guiding me gently to the dining table.
We sat in silence, eating. No words, just the soft clink of silverware and the hum of the television in the background.
Then Kael let out a low, humorless laugh—quiet, but edged with mockery.
The news was playing.
“The Royal Family has released an official statement confirming they’ve successfully reclaimed Nightshade Road from rogue occupation. The incident, which previously led to multiple werewolf casualties, has come to a close. In its place, the Royal Family plans to establish a new economic zone—one that will redefine the territory’s p
