Ara’s POV
The car came to a halt outside Lawson Castle, and I stepped down into the brittle mountain air. It was just Amara and I. Damon or Cassian didn’t come since it might raise suspicion.
Cassian arranged a simple car for us that wouldn’t draw much attention. And before we knew, we were standing outside the Lawson fortress.
The castle towered before me like a forgotten deity—stern, unmoving, and steeped in history. Its obsidian walls glistened beneath the thinning clouds, wrapped in mist and silence. This was one of the Lycan's strongholds.
Amara walked beside me, her gaze scanning the spires and ramparts. “Feels like the walls are watching.”
“Maybe they are,” I murmured. Selune was restless inside me. Not alarmed, but alert— like she recognized this place.
The heavy doors groa
