Brielle’s POV
The storm Sylvia had unleashed was finally over.
Or at least, that’s what we told ourselves.
She was gone.
Stripped of her power, her lies crumbling to dust.
Her name became a bitter taste few dared to speak anymore.
They didn’t cheer when Sylvia was banished.
There were no celebrations. No parades. No howls of triumph.
Just silence.
The kind that settles in your bones and tells you things are far from over.
I stood at the edge of the ridge long after the last of the council had left the clearing, arms crossed tight over my chest, the wind biting through my coat. The shadows stretched long across the trees, painting the land in dusk.
Jade had said something about finally sleeping more than four hours. Simon disappeared back into the patrol lines. Jake…
Well. Jake
