Zara
"Just a secretary," they say. But secrets grow best in silence, and Kane has wrapped himself in it like armor.
The Sterling Empire is under threat, a real threat, not whispers or political games. I feel it in the air, in the way wolves pace restlessly at night and how the borders hum with uneasy magic.
Shadows creep where light once ruled, demons test old seals, and ancient enemies smell blood in the water. Worse still, Alpha Kane's rivals in the business world are profiting from the chaos.
Stock manipulations, hostile takeovers, poisoned alliances, wolves in suits are far more dangerous than monsters in the dark.
Kane knows this. Of course he does.
He has always known when storms were coming long before the first thunder cracked the sky. That is why this distance frightens me more than his silence.
He is building walls, pushing me away, rearranging his inner circle like pieces on a warboard. And I am no longer at the center.
Anger flares again.
