POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The month of silence was a weight I couldn’t shake. While the rest of the palace seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief, watching the twins grow and the spring flowers begin to bud in the mountain crevices, I felt like a man standing on a frozen lake, waiting for the first crack to splinter beneath my boots.
Amethyst was finding her stride as the Weaver, her violet eyes glowing with a newfound confidence that made my heart swell, but my own instincts—the raw, jagged edges of the Shield within me—were screaming. A protector’s greatest enemy isn't the blow he sees coming; it’s the one that has already landed without him noticing.
"You’re brooding again, Jackson," Vane Lowe’s voice echoed off the damp stone walls of the lower corridor.
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