Rhea
The dormitory felt like a tomb. I sat on the edge of my bed, my skin crawling with a restlessness that had nothing to do with sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the shock on Kael’s face and the cold, possessive fury in Darius’s eyes.
‘They are pathetic, Rhea,’ Astraea’s voice rumbled deep in my chest, low and vibrating like a predator’s purr. ‘They think they are the masters of this world, but they are nothing but dust beneath the Moon Goddess’s chosen.’
"They are obstacles, Astraea," I whispered, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "Darius was the architect of the life that tried to kill me and Kael is trying to get in my way. And they will pay."
‘Yes,’ my wolf agreed, her presence a cold, sharp comfort that flooded my veins with moonlight and ancient, forgott
