Gillian.
The night was silent within the palace.
But as Alpha King, I was attuned to every shift, every subtle movement in the air. Not a single disturbance could escape my senses.
And tonight… something was wrong.
I stood on the balcony of our chamber, staring out at the vast forest surrounding the kingdom. The moon peeked through the clouds, casting a pale light over the palace towers.
Behind me, Freyah slept soundly, cradling our son, Logan.
A faint smile tugged at my lips. My Luna… and our prince. The two most important beings in my life… beings I would never allow to be harmed.
Then my body stiffened.
A movement in the air. I felt it immediately.
This was no ordinary presence. It was cold… heavy… reeking of corrupted energy. Darkness.
I clenched my fists.
“Show yourselves…”
