Torn Between Two Moons
Akira’s POV
As I stood in the war hall, I could feel the weight of their stares, sharp like claws against my skin. Nobles, betas, and Blood Guard captains were all gathered around this ancient stone map that lay beneath their feet, frozen in time like a battlefield.
Kaïdën had chosen to forgo the usual ceremonial robes. Instead, he was dressed in his hunting leathers, and a stark white bandage wrapped around his ribs marked a wound that would’ve felled anyone less resilient. Yet there he stood, back straight, shoulders squared. Every breath seemed to cause him pain, but he wore it like armor.
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