Chapter 11: The Council Learns She Lives

Lyria’s POV The first whisper came at twilight. A shadow slipping through the Bloodshield outskirts, carried by wind and fear. A lone scout had caught sight of a figure moving like fire through the forest one who should have been ashes. One who should have died on the pyre. Rowan heard the rumors before the council did. By nightfall, the Elders were convened in a hurried, tense gathering, their faces pale, their hands shaking slightly as they gripped carved oak chairs. Every whisper seemed...