Chapter 138

Nicolas POV

The moon was high over the Light Pack's citadel, a silver crown gleaming above the watchtowers. Wolves moved along the borders, their howls carrying through the night, a sign of vigilance in dangerous times. Inside, torches lit the long stone corridors, shadows stretching like phantoms across the walls.

I walked those halls with steady steps, but my chest was a battlefield of contradictions.

I had seen it again that evening-proof of what my heart already knew.

When ...