The fortress of Highridge stood bathed in the soft glow of dawn, but beneath its towering spires, a heavy tension brewed. The victory over the Crowned Serpent had brought neither rest nor peace. Whispers spread like wildfire through every corner of the realm, feeding the air with unease. The battle had ended, yes, but Kaelin knew in her soul it was far from over.
She stood on the balcony overlooking the war-torn valley, arms crossed against the cold wind that carried the distant howl of wolves. The Shattered Wilds loomed like a dark omen on the horizon. The stillness was deceiving, and her instincts screamed louder with every breath of silence.
Behind her, Theron’s footsteps were soft but familiar. She didn’t turn. She felt his presence long before his arms wrapped around her waist, pull
