Malric’s Pov

The wind outside roared like a beast let loose, tearing at the trees, rattling the windows, and yet… It was nothing compared to the storm inside me.

Standing before the grand door, I felt my pulse pounding through my chest like a drumbeat of dread. Every instinct in me screamed that this moment, this exact moment would change everything.

And then the door opened.

For a second, I thought my eyes were deceiving me. The man standing before me, the one I had long convinced myself was dead, was there, alive, breathing, and very much real.

Verret.

My brother.

The brother I’d buried in my memory, the brother...