Syria’s POV
Kael and the others were getting ready to launch the attack on my uncle’s tribe when I stepped out.
Violet left, but she said she would come back.
I remained there briefly, observing as Kael talked to one of the commanders.
I moved in closer.
“Kael,” I whispered gently, attempting not to disrupt the tension surrounding us.
“Where should I be positioned? I want to be with you. I don’t want us to be separated when the attack begins.”
He turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine, serious and a little hesitant.
“Syria… I don’t know. I can’t let you join.”
"What did you say?" I blinked.
“But we already talked about this. We agreed I’d fight. I have to end this grudge myself. I’ve lived with this for years. What my uncle did to me, to my family! I can’t sit this out. I need
