The cave’s mouth gaped behind her like a warning. Cool morning air clung to my skin as I stepped out, shoulders tight, lips pressed in a line. Every instinct in my body was on edge, humming with something raw and strange.
My wolf, Nyxara, was practically vibrating inside me— anxious, thrilled, territorial.
I pressed a hand to my chest as if I could hold myself still.
Then—BAM!!.
I staggered forward, caught off-guard as someone collided gently into my path. Icy fingers wrapped around my arms to steady me.
“Your majesty” Thalira’s voice was amused, but soft. “You never bump into people.”
I blinked, pulling my focus into the present.
Thalira raised a brow, head tilted. “You must be overwhelmed.”
I swallowed hard, nodding slightly. She could still feel it—the echo of the rogue’s pre
