Their arrival at Bloodveil territory was quieter than they had imagined. The regents stationed at the borders parted and let them through as if they had been expecting them.
Ember had thought they’d have to fight their way in since the territory was under Thorne’s control, but no such thing happened. As the carriage rolled toward the towering gates of Bloodveil’s pack house, Ember was overcome with nostalgia. This was the land and home she had been born and raised in, where she had lived her early years with her brother and parents.
She turned to look at Caden and found him staring up at the gates in quiet awe, just as she had been.
The sparse guards moving around the territory paid them no mind as the carriages rolled to a stop in the courtyard. The huge building looked old and weather
