Killian Blackwood pov :
Violence was the only language I had ever been completely fluent in.
While Caspian was born to wear a crown and Lucian was born to outsmart the gods themselves, I was born to be the blade in the dark. I was the executioner of the Silver Moon Pack. My massive, heavily muscled body was a physical canvas of brutality, covered in dark, jagged tribal ink and thick, raised silver scars from a hundred battles where I had dragged myself out of the mud just to keep my brothers breathing.
I didn't know how to be gentle. I didn't know how to be soft. Vane, the massive, bloodthirsty beast residing inside my ribcage, was a feral creature of nightmare and rage.
But right now, standing shirtless in the center of the Estate’s underground training arena, my feral wolf was c
