Viggo
Silvenglen is chaos.
Elves run through the palace corridors, shouting orders and sealing doors while they reinforce wards that are already cracked and flickering; the air, taut with fear, hums—sharp, metallic, frantic.
But none of it matters; Arwen is gone. Reaching her was impossible, and I still can’t believe it. My mate was stolen by that monster. Now, desperation claws at me as I try to understand why she was targeted and what it hopes to gain.
What could it want with Arwen?
How was it even able to get into the Elven realm?
I was told this place was safe, but it isn’t! I don’t think it ever was. We were lied to, but I sensed something was off. Now, my suspicion is confirmed, fueling my resolve to save Arwen at any cost.
If I don’t get my mate back in one piece, this whole
