Caroline didn’t stop running.
The fortress loomed behind her, its dark stone walls disappearing into the night. The cold air burned in her lungs, but she pushed forward, her body fueled by something stronger than exhaustion—rage.
She had been Ezra’s prisoner.
His traitor.
His mistake.
But now—she was free.
And freedom meant only one thing.
War.
A Kingdom in Ruins
By the time she reached the rebel camp, the sun had barely begun to rise.
The moment she stepped past the border, arrows were drawn, wolves shifted, warriors poised for the kill.
Then—
"Stand down!"
Caelan’s voice cut through the morning air like a blade.
Caroline let out a sharp breath as he emerged from the camp, his silver eyes flashing with something she couldn’t name.
His wolves stepped aside as he strode towar
