🌹 "The Fire and the Veil" 🌹
Beneath the moon's unflinching gaze,
Where secrets dance in silver haze,
A goddess sleeps in mortal skin,
While fate begins to twist within.
The gods once whispered, soft yet dire,
Of love entwined in holy fire—
But love and duty rarely blend,
When power starts, where trust must end.
✧ᕗᕙ🌹♡♡♡♡♡🌹ᕗᕙ✧
The silence in Horace's study was thick—almost suffocating. It felt like smoke clinging to every breath. Scrolls, maps, and ancient parchments lay scattered across the broad oak table, marked with Horace's sharp, controlled handwriting. The air was heavy with tension—quiet, but deadly.
"Well, Alpha," Harrison began hesitantly, his voice wavering beneath Horace's piercing stare. "It's Alpha Litius Gurus. We heard about it during the meeting with the other Alphas."
Horace leaned back in his chair, sapphire eyes gleaming under the soft candlelight.
