Chapter twenty eight
We left before dawn. Kael didn’t summon guards. No declarations. Just two horses, a map written in an ancient tongue, and the bond humming like a silent oath between us. The Wildshade Forest loomed on the horizon—black, sprawling, and alive in a way that made the earth feel like it was breathing. “This place was cursed,” Kael said quietly. “Long before either of us were born.” “And now we’re walking straight into it,” I whispered. “Because what’s inside may be the key to saving her.” Her. Our unborn daughter—still just a whisper of fate, but already hunted by a darkness older than prophecy. We passed beneath twisted branches, and the air turned thick with silence. Even the birds refused to sing. Time bent inside Wildshade. What should have taken hours felt like days. And yet, the
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