CLARABEL’S P. O. V

Malakai was an Alpha who could snap my neck with one hand, a man who kept entire territories under his thumb through fear. And yet, right now, he was reduced to a broken, traumatized boy trapped in his own past, his entire beast stabilizing simply because my seven-year-old son was speaking to him. 

It unsettled me deeply. I didn't want to see him like this. It was easier hating him when he looked like a monster.

"Kaedryn, come here," I whispered sharply, stepping closer to the mattress and reaching out to take my son's arm. "You need to let the healers work. It’s time for you...