Alpha Kael
“I know.”
“And your solution is to just let me walk back into that?”
“If you stay,” Kael said, stepping closer, “you become part of my war.”
“I already am!”
“No,” he snapped, something breaking through the calm. “You’re standing in it. That’s not the same as choosing it.”
Silence dropped between us.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
I looked away first.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
And that was the problem.
“I didn’t ask for any of this,” I said, quieter now. “The powers, the bond, the prophecy—none of it.”
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