Chapter 13: Rowan’s Fear

Lyria’s POV The night after our confrontation, Bloodshield was trembling. Not from the wind, not from rain, but from fear. Every shadow seemed to stretch, every howl carried an edge, every whisper of my name twisted with dread. Rowan had tried to gather control, tried to hold the Council together, but it was useless. He moved through the Keep like a man haunted because he was. I watched from the ridge beyond the outer wall, hidden in the forest. My wolf coiled, sensing every shift of the...