Ronan had witnessed countless battles.
He had watched kingdoms rise and fall.
He had stood in fields stained with blood and survived wars that had become legends.
But nothing had prepared him for the sound of Kaelira screaming.
He reached her chamber just as another cry echoed through the palace.
The guards had gathered outside the door, too frightened to enter.
“What happened?” Darian demanded as he arrived behind him.
No one answered.
Ronan threw the doors open.
The room looked as though a storm had torn through it.
Furniture lay shattered.
The windows had exploded outward.
Black feathers drifted through the air like falling snow.
And at the center of it all…
Kaelira was on her knees.
Blood stained the back of her white gown.
She was shaking so violently she could barely
