The letter arrived without warning. Folded in vellum. Unmarked. Tucked between the pages of an old herbal tome Zara borrowed […]

The council chamber reeked of tension. Not the kind that erupted loudly—but the quieter, more dangerous kind. The kind that

They brought him in at dawn—bloodied, growling, barely upright. Three guards flanked him with spears tipped in silver. The rogue’s

The night was quiet again. Too quiet. Not the calm that followed danger, but the kind that curled beneath the

The wind had shifted. Zara noticed it first—how the morning air, once sharp with frost, now carried a heaviness that

The grove had always been a place of quiet—where time folded in on itself and the air held a stillness

The moonlight spilled across Aria’s chambers like a silver tide, pooling at the foot of her bed where a cedar

The east wing of SilverCrest had always belonged to Evelyn—the rooms saturated with jasmine and cold marble, the scent of

Dawn painted the eastern ridgeline in molten silver as the pack gathered in the amphitheater. The stone seats had been

The SilverCrest courtyard was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Aria stood beneath the frost-bitten arch of the training grounds, watching