Nyx's POV
"That's right."
"It must be difficult." Her voice softened, dripping with sympathy. "Being here, I mean. In the castle of the man who killed your father."
The words hit like a blade between my ribs. I focused on the bandage, winding it tighter than necessary.
"He didn't kill my father," I said. "A berserk episode did. There's a difference."
"Is there?" She sounded genuinely curious. "He was still the one who gave the order to attack your pack. Still the one whose soldiers burned your home. Even if he wasn't in control during the actual deaths, the responsibility is still his."
I tied off the bandage with more force than needed. "What's your point?"
"I don't have a point. I'm just trying to understand." She reached out and touched my arm, her fingers light and gentle. "I ca
