Zeil walked ahead, slow steps, heavy with thought. His eyes didn’t really see the path, they were too busy looking backward, back into the moments that nearly ended him. The wounds on his body were already healing, but the ones inside him were far from gone. Every step towards the Velmor's compound felt like a return to that moment, knees on the ground, breath caught in fear, heart racing like he was prey instead of predator.Behind him, Keal was picking up small stones from the path, tossing them one by one without care. His long thin stick, the one with two dried leaves at the bottom, hung from his lips like always. The silence between them was thick, almost like a wall but Keal, being Keal, had to punch through it.“Well,” Keal said with a crooked smile, tossing another stone into the bush, “who would’ve guessed our Young Lord Alpha would drop to his knees, shaking like a pup caught stealing meat under moonlight?”The words sliced Zail like claws. His fists clenched so tightly his
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