Chapter 88: The Spirals in the Dark

Nightshade had learned to breathe again after war.

But inside the High Alpha’s fortress… sleep was becoming a stranger.

Leo didn’t laugh as much anymore.

He didn’t toddle after butterflies.

He didn’t giggle at shadows.

He didn’t babble happily like the wild little storm of sunshine he once was.

He sat quietly.

Watching.

Listening.

Drawing.

Always drawing.

His small fingers clenched charcoal like it was the only thing tethering him to ...