Elena
*****Late Morning — The Ruins of Silverfang*****
The thin line of sunlight still hung over the ruins, cutting through the gray sky like the world was hesitating to decide if it should keep going.
I knelt beside Chase’s body.
Nothing had changed.
The cloak was still wrapped around him.
The blood was still dark beneath him.
His chest was still not moving.
The prophecy had been rewritten.
The curse was gone.
But my mate was still dead.
Fia stood a few steps away, holding Finn’s hand. She looked small again, not like the child who had just torn destiny in half, but like the little girl who used to fall asleep in Chase’s arms.
Her eyes were fixed on her father.
“Mom…” she whispered. “I can feel him.”
My heart jolted. “What do you mean?”
“He’s not… gone-gone,” she said slowl
