Orion
Duty feels like a leash tightening around my throat. Every step I take through the compound, every report I read, every meeting I attend … it’s all wrapped in the same suffocating truth. Nyx was never weak. I was.
The words haunt me, even now. Screens flicker in the dim war room, data feeds and drone footage lighting up the walls. I scan through the reports. Rogue movement to the east, increased chatter on encrypted pack forums, but my mind keeps circling back to her.
To Nyx. She sits across the room at the long council table, head held high, posture regal despite the undercurrent of hostility around her. Kaelen flanks her right, his body language quiet but defensive, like he’s ready to put himself between her and the world.
And maybe he should. Because I already failed to. Twice
