Xander
It took me about twenty minutes to get to the guest house. It wasn’t far, but I chose to take my time, collecting my thoughts along the way. The guest house was located in the more residential part of the territory, an area that had remained untouched by the recent battles. As I approached, Ronan met me at the entrance, and we entered the house together.
I had often wondered how I would feel if I ever saw my uncle again. In the past, just the thought of him had stirred so much anger and bitterness in me.
But now, knowing he was just inside, I felt… nothing. It was strange, almost numb. Not anger, not hatred—just peace. It was clear to me that I had moved on. I had made peace with the past, with everything that had happened.
Like Nala, I no longer sought revenge or even clarity
