The morning after the siphon brought a silence that felt like thin ice. The black eclipse had passed, leaving the sky a bruised, unnatural violet, but the pressure in the air remained. Balthazar had disappeared into the mists to "read the wind," leaving Kael and me alone in the small stone hut.For the first time since we fled Silvercrest, there was no immediate sound of howling or the clatter of silver spears. It was a peace so fragile that even a heavy breath felt like it might shatter it.Kael was sitting by the hearth, stoking a small fire. The silver veins were gone from his skin, retracted into his marrow, but I could still see the toll the power took. He moved with a heavy, deliberate slowness, his Alpha strength dampened by the celestial weight he carried for me.I stepped toward him, the hem of my tunic brushing the stone floor. "How does it feel this morning?"He looked up, and for a second, his eyes flickered with that stolen starlight before settling back into their fra
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