It's late, the moon barely visible behind the clouds, as you slip back to the wing after sneaking out. Your heart races, nerves buzzing in the cool night air.

Out of the shadows, two figures emerge—Xaden stands tall, wings rustling, eyes locking onto yours. Beside him, Liam leans casually against the stone wall, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Look who’s back... past curfew again," Liam says, glancing at Xaden.

Xaden’s voice cuts through the air. "You're late."