Nobody moved.
The young woman stood in the center of Black Hollow, illuminated by the fading silver light of her arrival.
She looked exhausted.
Not physically.
Existentially.
Like someone who had spent so long chasing something impossible that she'd forgotten what to do when she finally found it.
The throne beneath Draven Ridge pulsed.
Not fear.
Not warning.
Recognition.
That stopped Midnight cold.
The throne had never met this woman.
And yet—
somehow—
it knew her.
The young woman noticed.
Her silver eyes widened.
"You can hear it."
The statement wasn't a question.
Midnight exchanged a glance with Kael.
The mate bond pulsed.
Alert.
Curious.
Ready.
The Keeper stepped forward carefully.
"Who are you?"
The woman looked at him.
Then laughed.
Not because anything was
