Caspian pov :
For my entire life, my hands were only used for war.
I looked down at my large, rough hands in the dim moonlight. They were covered in thick scars and faded tattoos. I was Caspian Blackwood, the Golden King. My wolf, Koda, and I knew how to lead armies, how to hold a heavy silver sword, and how to break our enemies. We were built for violence and protection. Softness and tenderness were things we simply did not understand.
But tonight, everything was different.
It was two o'clock in the morning. The Silver Moon Estate was completely quiet, wrapped in the safe, warm magic of our heavy guards and strong shields.
Inside our large bedroom, the fire was burning softly in the fireplace, throwing a warm orange glow over the room. Aria was fast asleep in the middle of our
