The Reign Of The Last White Wolf
Zayden’s POV
Six weeks could change a kingdom. They could heal old wounds, strengthen alliances, and rebuild hope where there had been none. They could also steal pieces of a man one day at a time until the people who loved him barely recognized what remained.
As I pushed open the office door inside the cottage, the first thing I noticed wasn’t the stack of reports waiting on the desk. It was my brother. Raiden was already there. He stood beside the window overlooking the training grounds, one hand braced against the sill while the other absently rubbed the side of his neck. He didn’t realize he was doing it anymore. It had become second nature, just like the way he’d begun wearing dark, hig