Chapter 151

The morning felt different once Dante, Beta Lucan, and Malcor left toward the forest.

Their silhouettes vanished into the mist that clung to the horizon, and the courtyard of the manor seemed emptier without them.

A faint chill lingered in the air, the kind of cold that didn’t belong to the weather but to something unseen.

I inhaled slowly, forcing my heartbeat to steady. Aethel stood close beside