One year passed since Kael's "death." The gang lived on under Renz, stronger than ever, while the city slowly forgot the name of Kael.
But Kael never really left. He stayed hidden in the shadows, watching from a distance. He trained his body, silenced his heart, and lived only under the moonlight.
One night, as he walked past a narrow alley, he froze. There—under the weak light—was Lyra. Her arm was being pulled by a man, her new boyfriend.
"Don't argue with me!" the man shouted, shoving her against the wall.
"Stop! You're hurting me!" Lyra cried, her voice breaking.
Kael's fists clenched. For months he had stayed silent, but this—this he could not ignore.
His voice cut the air. "Let her go."
The man turned, annoyed. "And who the hell are you?"
But Lyra's eyes widened, her tears mixing with shock. "Kael…? You're alive?"