The Stormbound Court rises out of the mountains like a blade forged by ancient hands, every angle bristling with old fury, as if the gods themselves carved their wrath into stone. Wind claws at its parapets, howling through the cracks where history’s wounds never quite healed. The wolves, fierce and wild on the ledges, sense a change in the air. When the heiress emerges from the shadows of the gate, every head snaps to attention, every conversation dies. She moves with a quiet authority, the kind carved from pain and survival. The rumors ripple ahead of her, sharp and quick—a current nobody can resist.
She’s back.
The dead heir.
Didn’t Lucian swear she’d never walk again?
Even the bravest wolves shrink from her path, driven by an instinct deeper than fear. At her flank, Ronan paces—a s
