The silence in the dungeon felt alive.
The torches had reignited, but they flickered wildly, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls.
She was gone.
The woman who had claimed to be the first Luna.
The woman who called me Daughter.
Not vanished in the normal way. Not escaped. It was like she had unraveled into mist—into air—into memory.
I stood frozen, staring at the empty cell. Kade stepped forward slowly, inspecting the chains that had held her.
They were cold. Not broken. Not disturbed.
Almost like… they had never been used.
I turned to him, voice hoarse. “Did that really just happen?”
He didn’t answer right away. He ran his fingers over the faded sigils on the iron gate. “This wasn’t forged by any wolf in this century,” he murmured. “This was old magic. Blood-forged
