Selene’s POV
The wind in the Frozen Wastes didn’t whisper—it howled.
Sharp as claws, it cut through every seam in my cloak as we pushed forward, heading toward the broken silhouette of the Silver Pact fortress. The air was thinner here. Colder. Older.
I could feel the Spiral pulsing beneath the ground.
Like it was watching. Waiting.
Two seals remained. One was vengeance.
And vengeance was close.
Kade rode beside me, eyes squinting against the snow, jaw tight. He hadn’t said much since we crossed into Spiral territory. I didn’t press.
His silence wasn’t guilt.
It was dread.
He knew what I was walking toward.
So did I.
And we both knew I wouldn’t walk out unchanged.
The fortress emerged from the blizzard like a memory breaking the surface.
All black stone and broken spires, hal
