Kane’s POV

The first time I see it fully, I know this isn’t just a weapon. The moment Scarlett drew it from the earth, the air shifted—charged, alive, almost sentient. Now, standing a safe distance away in the borderlands, I study it in silence. Every line of bone, every flare of fire along the runes, tells me this is older than any pack record, older than any story passed down in hushed whispers.

Scarlett’s grip is firm, unflinching, yet I can see her pulse racing, the tension coiling ...