Castan stood abruptly from his seat as a blazing golden-yellow light flared outside the castle window.
A cruel smile crept onto his face as he stared at the brilliant flames—flames that dragged him back to that year.
The year when everything changed.
"Alexa... you made a mistake coming back," he muttered, his grin widening, eyes gleaming with a dangerous, almost manic glint.
But then—he felt it.
A sharp sting shot through his chest.
He coughed into his hand, and when he pulled it back, his breath caught.
Red.
A smear of blood stained his palm.
His eyes widened in sudden realization.
'That bitch...' he thought, fury flashing in his gaze.
'She killed Amaya!'
His connection with his beast had been severed.
And he knew exactly who it was—Amaya. One of his most cherished beasts.
He had never sent her on dangerous missions. Not because she was weak, but because he had a soft spot for her.
