Kael’s POV

The scent of brewing storm filled the air as I walked into the war room, boots echoing against the marble floors. The old chandelier above trembled from the storm winds slamming against the mansion walls, but no one flinched.

Not even Gannon.

He stood at the center of the long table, maps and documents spread out in front of him. Eleanora sat beside him, calm and radiant, her eyes tracking every word he said like she was already three steps ahead.

Their energy was unmatched.

They weren’t just leaders. They were balance. Flame and steel. Moon and shadow.

And for some gods-forsaken reason, they’d let me into their...