|Kairos|
“The boat is ready, Alpha,” one of the boaters announced after a few minutes of quiet preparation.
Without hesitation, I stepped onto the boat, my movements brisk and purposeful. Amos remained behind on the dock, standing firm with his hands behind his back, eyes trained on me.
“Make sure everything is in place by the time I return,” I instructed, my voice leaving no room for delay or excuses.
Amos gave a sharp nod. “Yes, Alpha.”
I turned to the boater and motioned for him to start the engine. The soft rumble of the motor broke the morning stillness as the boat glided forward, cutting through the waters that would lead us to the Elder’s Island.
The Elder’s Island—an isolated sanctuary nestled within Lanister Territory—was the sacred home of the Hades Clan’s oldest and wisest
