Elena
*****Before Dawn — The Ruins of Silverfang*****
The sky was gray when the prophecy found us.
Not dark.
Not bright.
Just empty.
The ruins were still smoking from the battle. Broken stone lay everywhere, cracked with black veins of leftover magic. Burned banners hung from shattered towers. The wind smelled of ash and blood.
Finn was lying on a makeshift bed near the fire, wrapped in blankets. His breathing was steady now, but too shallow. Too fragile.
Fia sat beside him, holding his hand, not letting go even for a second.
Lucian stood near the edge of the ruined hall, arms crossed, watching everything like a beast waiting for another fight.
Chase was pacing.
“I don’t like this,” he muttered. “It’s too quiet.”
“Shut up,” Lucian said coldly. “You talk when you’re nervous.”
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