Lane's POV
Kaelen didn't answer right away.
The silence between us grew again, broken only by the wind slipping through the rocks.
Sometimes, silence was more than enough.
We both knew Maris wouldn't take her own life. She didn't have that sharp pride that would turn against herself.
"If she won't, then we'll kill her ourselves!"
Nyra growled in my mind, finally free again. Since the battle started, she hadn't gone into heat.
"Ember ridge has been taken back, Lane."
Kaelen suddenly changed the topic.
His voice stayed calm, but it carried weight.
"You helped your father fulfill his final wish. The fallen Conlays would be proud."
He turned toward me, moonlight outlining him in silver.
"Your name, Lane Conlay, will be carved on the Royal Court's victory monument. The people of our
