A REPLACEMENT FOR ALPHA KAEL
And then, as if the gods themselves wanted to seal my dread, a shadow fell across the doorway a warrior, breathless, eyes wide with urgency.
“Alpha wants her now,” he said. “He found something.”
Liora’s fingers tightened on mine before she let go. “Go.”
I followed the warrior through the dim corridors, pulse pounding. The air smelled of smoke and iron, sharp with unease.
Kael waited in the war room, shoulders tense, eyes like frozen fire when they landed on me. A scroll lay open on the table, its edges stained dark.
He didn’t waste time.
“Someone here wants you gone,” he said, voice like a blade unsheathed. “And soon.”
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