C22 The Battle for Aiden

The morning after the ritual, silence clung to the estate like a second skin. The sheets were still soaked with sweat and arcane residue. Aiden lay between Lucien and Damien, his body thrumming with raw, unfamiliar energy. But his eyes were... distant.

Damien woke first.

He'd seen battle. Blood. Broken men. But the way Aiden moved in his sleep?

Too sharp. Too fast