Chapter 27
Kael
The city sprawled below my balcony, thousands of lights flickering in the darkness. My kingdom. The one I single-handedly brought to glory. The Lycans were known and respected not for their name, but for their reputation. A reputation I built over years of war and blood.
I had carved this empire from nothing. Looking down at it should've brought me satisfaction, Instead, all I felt was rage. Hot blinding rage.
All I could see was that crack running across Orianna's face.
Three hundred years of that portrait remaining untouched, perfect, exactly as it'd been the day it was painted. A snapshot of her beauty and life and everything I'd lost.
