Chapter 59
****Elara’s POV****
The morning after the storming of Mireille’s fortress was a blur of ash and silence. The skies over the valley remained heavy with smoke, a cruel reminder that even victories bled. Elara stood at the edge of the encampment, watching soldiers gather what little they could salvage from the battlefield. The fires still hadn’t died.
The nightmares hadn’t either.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them—those spies from Mireille’s coven writhing in the unnatural flames that had burst from her hands. The air had cracked and the world had shifted when her rage had unleashed itself. She hadn’t meant to kill them, hadn’t even meant to strike—but her fury had turned into power, violent and consuming.
And for the first time, she had felt free.
“Elara.”
Lucie
