Mason POV
Mason woke before the sun, long before the first pale light managed to slip past the heavy curtains draped across his bedroom windows. Sleep had been impossible—the weight of fate sat too heavily on his chest, the words of the prophecy echoing through his mind like an unending refrain.
Twin wolves.
Bound by fate.
Hunted by shadow.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and forced himself out of bed, letting the scorching water of the shower wash away the fog of exhaustion. But even when he dressed and stepped into the hallway’s cool silence, the dread didn’t fade.
He needed answers.
And there was only one person awake early enough to give them.
The manor creaked with age as he made his way downstairs—timber groaning softly, birds beginning to stir outside. When he reached the s
