Elara
The night felt endless. Shadows crawled across the ceiling as I lay awake, staring at nothing. Sleep had abandoned me long ago, leaving only the pounding of my heart and the ache in my chest.
My wolf Nova whispered restlessly inside me, urging me forward. “Find him. Break his walls. He is yours.”
I pushed off the bed, the sheets sliding from my body like cold water. My bare feet touched the stone floor, sending a chill up my legs. The air smelled faintly of smoke from the dying fire, heavy with silence. I wrapped a cloak around my shoulders, the fur brushing against my skin, and stepped into the corridor.
The palace slept. Torches burned low, their flames crackling weakly. My footsteps echoed against the stone, loud to my ears though I moved carefully. The taste of fear and dete
