Chapter 89

The air in Alpha Cormac’s office felt heavier than Nyssa remembered. The polished mahogany desk gleamed in the soft amber light spilling through the wide window, and the faint scent of pine and smoke lingered—an echo of the Astral Moon territory itself. She stood in the middle of the room, her eyes scanning every corner as old memories stirred, uninvited and merciless.

The last time she was here,