Killian's pov
The tournaments black market was already alive. I could smell the cheap liquors, the sharp scent of contraband moonshine and the warriors sizing each other up.
I made my way to Elara's door and found Luke standing guard as always.
"Luke," I said as the guard straightened at the door. "Take some time off. Use it to get some air."
Luke blinked, his eyes flicking to the door and then back to me. "Commander? The Alpha's orders were—"
"And I am giving you a reprieve. Go," I said.
"Yes, Commander," he muttered, bowing slightly before retreating into the shadows of the hallway.
I knocked once before entering. Elara looked up from a book when she heard me enter.
"Killian."
"We're going for a walk," I told her. "I want to show you something."
She didn't argue, just slipped off the bed and followed me.
