Chapter 88 The Weight Of Power

• Henry***
• The moon hung like a watchful eye above the clearing, casting silver light on the three figures frozen in a tense standoff. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a battle that raged not only between the men before me but within my very soul. Xavier, my mate, stood with his chest heaving, eyes dark with worry and determination. On the other side, Diego’s presence was heavy, like a shadow that clung to my skin, forcing its way into my thoughts.
• “You don’t have to do this, Henry,” Xavier’s voice was low, filled with quiet desperation as he reached for me, his hand hovering just inches from my shoulder. "Please, don’t listen to him. He’s using you."