Kora’s POV
The wind carried a chill sharper than ice that morning, the kind that seemed to whisper secrets through the trees. The sun had barely risen, and already, the air was thick with a tension that pressed against my chest. Edward stood beside me on the training field, his arms folded, watching the horizon like he could already see what was coming.
The northern sky was changing.
For days now, the color of the clouds had been wrong—too dark, too alive, twisting with veins of shadow and flame that shouldn’t exist in nature. The wolves were restless. The guards spoke in whispers. And deep inside, the mark on my wrist pulsed like a heartbeat that wasn’t entirely mine.
Aaron’s fire.
Edward noticed me staring at it. “Still glowing?” he asked quietly.
“Like it never left,” I murmured,
