Alpha Kael
He inhaled, nostrils flaring, and smiled like someone tasting the first sip of a promised wine.
“Smells like thunderstorm,” he replied. “Welcome home.”
I wanted to snarl, to run, to descend onto my knees—all at once. Instead, I pushed my feet apart, fists balled together, sparks crackling in my fingers like small chains finally parting.
Somewhere in the cracks behind the walls, something enormous shifted, old boards groaning under the burden that I couldn’t see. Dust sifted down. The city outside was farther than the moon.
Kael put one arm out, palm forward, scars spiking around lifeline and heartline the way tracks do around a railroad.
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