The scroll arrived wrapped in midnight-blue silk, bound with a wax seal shaped like a wolf’s eye. Aria frowned as […]

The council hall was colder than usual. Even with the enchanted hearths burning blue-white at the corners, a chill hung

The note arrived at twilight, tucked between the folds of Aria’s cloak. She found it when she returned from training,

The message arrived at dawn. A small silver falcon landed on the windowsill of Aria’s quarters, its eyes glowing with

Aria had never liked surprises. But when she stepped into the candlelit solarium and saw the garlands of lunar lilies

The SilverCrest kitchens were quiet long after nightfall. Most of the pack had turned in, exhausted from training drills and

The courtyard at SilverCrest was quiet before dawn. Frost clung to the stone flagstones, brittle and white, catching the pale

The study was supposed to be quiet. Kael sat at the edge of the massive oak desk, elbows braced on

SilverCrest rarely saw visitors. Not since the severing. The ancient stronghold sat perched in a frostbitten valley, half-forgotten by the

Aria lay flat on her back, her fingers pressed lightly against the curve of her belly. The room was quiet,