Gavin
It had been over a week since I was exiled. Since I stood across from my father, bloodied and broken, and watched him cast me out like I was nothing. My skin still burned from the scrape of his aura, and my pride hadn’t stopped screaming since.
But now… now the woods whispered differently.
They belonged to me.
I stood on a ridge just before dawn, the sky still iron-gray, and watched the campfire glow of my new companions below. Rogues. Outcasts. Men and wolves with no homes, no purpose. And all of them had bowed their heads the moment I stepped out of the shadows, glowing like flame.
They saw me for what I was becoming.
What Helios was making me.
He’d come to me again last night. Not as a god, not entirely—not the full force of the sun—but as fire on the edge of my vision. In
