Albedo X Klee Mga Nobela at Kwento

The only reason I’ve gotten through this is because of a heel salve one of the Silent’s was kind enough to lend me. “Most of the time. Unless it’s an emergency. And I wouldn’t call it special. It’s just isolated. How I like it,” Kael tells me, pulling a tree branch out of my way. I step under it, smiling at him gratefully. He looks so handsome today under the setting sun. His skin is vibrant and flawless, shadows and colours mixing together across his features. I quickly look away before I look too deeply into his eyes to notice how the darkness of them seems so much lighter here.

He did not execute a single glance in my direction, absorbing my presence back into his orbit as though my form had never departed. “The composition would achieve a higher tier of impact if the creator had utilized color,” Kael stated, his voice carrying the exact formal frequency as before. My eyes evaluated the print—a barren, frozen trading post on the edge of the Redridge Territory. “The monochrome contrast isolates the decay,” I countered. “Color was absolutely the correct choice for the alternative asset,” Kael murmured, his frame shifting a millimeter closer until his shoulder pinned mine. “A magnificent shade of pink. Entirely bare. The absolute apex of the exhibition.”

AUTHOR POV The blood wasn’t gone when Kael Blackthorn slipped past the body. “You’re becoming sloppy,” he told the man shaking against the wall of the alley. “Three weeks to track down one rogue, and you just allowed him to cut your arm open?” The wolf cowered properly this time, pressing his bleeding shoulder to the brick. “Alpha, I....” “Don’t.” Kael’s voice shattered the night air like winter steel. “The next wolf who offers me excuses instead of results will come to him.”