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Behind the Message, a New Beginning

Penulis: Angel Cole
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-04 06:13:06

Lucian’s POV

The air in Lucian’s private chambers was wrong.

Too still.

Too heavy.

His wolf sensed it first—a restless scrape beneath his ribs, unease prickling along his spine. The instinct to pace, to break something, to move pressed against his bones. Grief had a scent. Cold stone. Old ash. It clung to the walls like it had seeped in over the years, settling into every crack of the chamber.

Travel bags waited by the door, strapped and ready. Leather worn smooth by distance and war. Lucian barely looked at them. He had packed them himself—out of habit, not readiness.

Talia hadn’t risen.

Not today.

Not yesterday.

Today was Alina’s birthday.

The realization struck like a bruise he hadn’t meant to touch. Ten years since the portal had taken her. Ten years without a trace—no echo, no pull, nothing for the seers to chase. Lucian had watched the world move on because it had to. Kingdoms did not stop breathing for grief.

But Talia had not moved with it.

Down the corridor, behind a closed
Angel Cole

Some truths do not arrive with answers—only direction. What was silent is no longer empty, and what comes next will ask more of every bond, every choice, and every leader who thought they understood the cost of holding power. Thank you for walking this far with them. The path forward has changed. Your support through likes, gems, subscriptions, or reviews helps this story reach its next chapter. Thank you for reading and walking this path with me. — Angel Cole

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