Whispers rippled through the Stormborn stronghold like the undercurrent before a tidal wave. In the wake of the monstrous wolf’s gruesome defeat, the allied packs found themselves divided over one pressing question: was Aria Stormborn-Blackthorne a savior, or a harbinger of bloodshed?
A hush settled over the courtyard where the creature’s remains had been hastily removed. Now, only dark stains marred the stones, a grisly reminder of the battle that had claimed more than a few lives. Warriors paced the corridors, exchanging wary glances. Some spoke of Aria with admiration, their voices tinged with awe. Others whispered in hushed, trembling tones, convinced the heir’s violence signaled a deeper curse.
Up in one of the fortress’s smaller libraries, Layla Stormborn bent over a dust-laden tab
