Asher
The halls of the mansion were quieter than usual, the weight of unease settling into every corner like a storm waiting to break. My warriors were already on high alert, reports of rogue movements increasing by the day. Every step I took felt calculated, every breath measured. I could not afford to be careless. Not now. Yet something gnawed at the edges of my thoughts, an instinct whispering that the true danger wasn't just outside our walls but within them.
Hailey.
She had been different lately—more withdrawn, yet sharper. Her silence wasn't submission; it was strategy. And I had no patience for secrets.I had intended to check on the patrols along the eastern border, but as I walked past one of the balconies, movement in the woods below caught my eye. A flicker of energy—raw and untamed.
Hailey.