Chapter 37
"A queen is not proven in peace… but in the moment she chooses to stand when war arrives." The war horns of Silvermoon sounded before dawn. Their deep, haunting echoes rolled across the kingdom like thunder, vibrating through the marble halls of the palace and across the vast city beyond the walls. Wolves stirred from their homes, guards rushed to their posts, and the peaceful kingdom that had once basked in moonlight now braced for the shadow of war. Isolde woke with a jolt. Her wolf was already awake. Already pacing. Already angry. She could feel it clearly now—the growing presence approaching Silvermoon like a dark tide. Ragnar’s rogue army was moving closer, and every instinct in her body screamed that this was only the beginning. A knock came at her chamber door. Before she c
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