Zade's Pov

The room was quiet except for the scratching of my pen across paper. I had stacked reports all around me, some from the council, some from the dungeons, some from my spies scattered across the borders.

None of them mattered as much as the thought running in my head.

Nyx's face. Her blood. The way she walked around this fortress like she was weak when I knew she was more than she looked.

The book my father had left me had told me everything. The Darkvale pack. Their blood was ...