The whispers had started the morning after the naming. Not loud. Not direct. But Aria could feel them slithering through […]

Kael had seen thousands of things in battle—bloodied warriors, torn earth, magical ruptures that split the sky in half. But

The night was thick with silence. Not the tense quiet of threat—but the hush of waiting. Of something sacred taking

The sun crested the hills beyond SilverCrest, gilding the courtyard in a soft, peach light. Inside the keep, no one

Aria woke gasping. Not from a nightmare—but from something real. Tangible. Her body felt too tight, her skin too hot,

It began with a scream. Not one of pain—but of warning. Aria jolted awake, heart slamming against her ribs. For

It started with a cramp. Not sharp, not sudden—but deep. A curling pressure low in Aria’s abdomen as she descended

The wind changed before the letters came. SilverCrest had always been isolated, wrapped in its own bitter politics and rigid

The summons came at dawn. A wolf’s fang wrapped in red ribbon—an ancient sign of challenge. The moment Aria saw

The doors of the Council Hall groaned open. Aria stepped inside, chin high, shoulders squared beneath her dark cloak. The