The visitor was standing in the doorway barefoot, with soot spread like battle paint across his chest and dirt on his skin.
He didn't blink, his eyes as red as new fire.
He raised his empty hands and said, "I come in peace.” “But if the Moonblood is dangerous, I’ve been ordered to stop him.”
Jace blocked the threshold with his body. “You’ll do no such thing.”
The young man’s gaze slid past him… and landed on Rowan.
A breath hitched in his throat. “He’s… young.”
Kairis moved beside Jace, calm but watchful. “Who sent you?”
“My name is Auren,” the stranger replied. “I serve the Ashbound Wardens.”
My heart skipped.
That name.
It was supposed to be myth. A brotherhood of wolves tasked with keeping balance between bloodlines and the Echo. Warriors who didn’t answer to any pack, but to
