The fortress corridors stretched endlessly before Caroline, their cold stone walls swallowing the echo of her footsteps. The air was thick with the aftermath of battle—not just the scent of blood, but the weight of uncertainty that had settled over the entire kingdom.
The exiled wolves had retreated.
Caelan had vanished.
But the war hadn’t ended.
No, this was just the beginning.
Ezra’s words still clung to her skin, as sharp as any blade.
"Stay away from him."
As if it were that simple.
As if something inside her wasn’t already pulling her toward the very thing Ezra wanted her to avoid.
Caroline exhaled sharply, forcing herself to push those thoughts away. She needed to think, to be clear-headed, because something wasn’t right.
Ezra had been right about one thing.
Someone inside
