Chapter 168: Michael Jackson - Heal The World
Kyllian arrived at the peace talks dressed in his royal garb, embroidered with the crest of the Werewolf Kingdom. Talon walked beside him in stoic silence, while two personal guards flanked them, their sharp eyes scanning the neutral territory with rigid discipline.
The location was an ironic choice for such a tense meeting, the humble little café situated in between boundaries.
Luciver and Damien were already seated at the wrought-iron table outside the café. Both vampires looked surprisingly relaxed, sipping from identical porcelain cups.
But Kyllian’s attention was immediately drawn to the woman seated beside Damien. Luna.
His Luna.
She wore a gown that hugged her frame elegantly. Her cheeks had regained some color, and the slight curve of her belly was visible if one knew where to look. He did.
She looked radiant.
He took his seat stiffly across from them, his eyes locking briefly with hers. He felt the burn of her absence every day, and seeing her at Damien’s side, full of light and...damn it, happy—it rattled him.
Before any of the men could speak, Luna cleared her throat.
"If we may begin," she said. "This alliance has stood the test of time. For centuries, both kingdoms—have upheld peace, cooperation, and even trade. To let centuries of diplomacy fall apart over unverified accusations and unchecked tempers would not only weaken us but endanger our people."
"We are on the brink of war," she continued, "because of fear. That is a dangerous place to govern from—fear. And if we let it fester, it will burn everything we’ve built."
Kyllian sat back, arms folded. "Fear is a rational reaction when vampires storm a werewolf border."