Elena
*****Guest House — Silverfang Territory
Late Night, Moments After the Confrontation*****
The house was too quiet.
Not peaceful.
Not calm.
The kind of quiet that presses against your ears until you realize it’s waiting for something to break.
The guest house sat at the far edge of Silverfang, half-hidden by towering pines and reinforced stone walls meant for visiting royalty and uneasy allies. Lanterns burned low along the paths outside, their light flickering as if even the flames hadn’t recovered from the clash of power that had shaken the territory minutes earlier.
Inside, the air still smelled faintly of cracked stone and ozone.
The twins were asleep again.
Curled together on the wide bed like they had been their entire lives, instinctively choosing each other over the w
