Chapter 90

"I am sorry Guardian Kale," Slade said, kneeling on one knee in the ethereal realm of swirling clouds and starlight. His astral form flickered slightly, the strain of maintaining the separation from his physical body evident. "I doubt I would ever be able to turn her from the Lycan Kings."

Guardian Kale stood before him, an imposing figure wreathed in silver light, his ancient eyes burning with frustration. The other Guardians formed a semicircle around them, their forms shifting like mist and moonbeams, but their displeasure was palpable.

"You promised us her loyalty," Guardian Kale’s voice echoed through the celestial space, each word carrying the weight of centuries. "You swore you could bring back what Zaya died protecting—our heir, free from external influences."

Slade’s jaw tightened, but he kept his head bowed. "The bonds she’s formed are stronger than I anticipated. The mate bond especially—it runs deeper than me