Luna Reana's warrior…
At once, Kael knew who Astra was referring to — that servant.
Reana's boy toy.
Kael had seen firsthand what the man was capable of. If there was anyone strong enough to take down the masked man, it would be him.
Kael didn't come to this conclusion out of assumption. No. It was because of that day at the pack's cemetery – the day the servant had grabbed him by the throat. The way he moved, the raw strength in his grip. Kael had felt it. And more than that, he'd felt fear.
A fleeting exchange, yes, but Kael had never forgotten the terror that gripped him in that moment. The way his life had flashed before his eyes. The way the man looked at him… cold, unwavering, as if peering straight into his soul. That man had threatened him without a single word, and Kael had known: this was no ordinary servant.
And now… he'd killed the masked man.
What now?
