Arthur’s POV
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
I watched the wind cut across the edge of the Frostline Ridge, watched the snow lift in soft spirals above the Bloodfang banners,sharp, proud, still,and thought: Silvermoon wasn’t supposed to wake up.
Not like this.
Not with her.
Not with Brielle.
I’d been so sure.
The moment her bond with Jake began to crack, the moment his silence grew louder than his presence, I thought, finally. The Luna’s foundation is fracturing. All I had to do was wait for the collapse.
But she didn’t collapse.
She roared.
I didn’t need to be in the courtyard to feel the tremor of it. I didn’t need to hear the speech in real-time. The whispers were already reaching me before the ink dried on the courier reports.
“Silvermoon’s Luna stood before three vis
