The road stretched before them, endless and uncertain, winding through forests untouched by war, rivers untainted by blood.
Caroline rode in silence, the weight of everything she had left behind pressing against her ribs.
The kingdom had been Caelan’s lie, Ezra’s burden, and her battlefield.
And now, for the first time in her life—it wasn’t hers at all.
She was no longer a warrior.
No longer a queen.
Just a wolf without a pack, a fighter without a war.
And it was terrifying.
Ezra rode beside her, golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He hadn’t said much since they had left, but he didn’t need to.
They had spent too long fighting, too long bleeding for a world that had never belonged to them.
And now—they had nothing left to prove.
The road forked ahead.
Ezra slowed hi
