DAMON’S BETRAYALThe air in the canyon felt heavy today. It wasn't just the heat; it was the silence. Usually, you could hear the birds or the distant rush of the river, but today, everything seemed to be holding its breath.

I sat on a flat rock, sharpening a small knife Silas had given me. My fingers were sore, and my mind was miles away, back in the palace with the King and Selene. But I had to stay sharp. I couldn't afford to be a victim anymore.

I saw Damon leaving the camp. He didn't take ...