ADIRA

The corridors of the Haven are silent as we leave the dining hall, the heavy atmosphere still thick between us.

The walls, lined with ancient stone and worn tapestries telling the stories of past Lycan rulers, seem to lean closer, eavesdropping on the fragile alliance forged in whispered resolve.

Zeus’s hand finds mine in the dimness, his fingers curling around mine with a surprising steadiness. I don’t pull away. Not yet. The fire of ambition inside me burns hotter with this contact, it’s a spark I haven’t felt in a long time.

“We change everything tonight,” he says quietly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stillness....