Nyx
The Citadel hasn’t felt this cold since the night I first arrived at Kaelen’s pack. The corridors are filled with whispers of scandal, betrayal, divine blasphemy. Every passing face carries that same look. Pity disguised as reverence, curiosity wrapped in judgment.
The newsfeeds haven’t stopped for three days. Clips of me and Kaelen surrounded by candlelight play on repeat across every screen, dissected by experts, politicians, and influencers with hashtags like #EclipseAndHerGeneral and #AlphaInHeat trending worldwide.
It’s not just gossip anymore. It’s strategy. The Council’s press office has called three emergency sessions to discuss “damage control.” The damage, apparently, is that I dared to love someone other than my destined mate.
I’m in the council chamber when the attack b
