Chase
*****Evening — The High Terraces of New Silverfang*****
New Silverfang didn’t feel new anymore.
That was the strange part.
The stone beneath my boots was still pale and freshly set, the walls still carried the sharp scent of mortar and iron, and banners from the coronation hadn’t been taken down yet. But the place had weight now. History already clung to it. Decisions had been made here. Blood had been avoided here. Lives had continued.
Peace didn’t feel loud.
It felt watchful.
I stood alone on the upper terrace overlooking the valley, hands resting on the cold stone railing. The sun was sliding low, turning the sky orange and bruised purple, casting long shadows across the rebuilt courtyards below.
Wolves moved through the space in easy groups, talking, laughing, arguing abo
