The Silver Bridge disappeared into silence.
No one spoke.
No one breathed.
Every warrior stared at the silver pendant in Alpha Ryker’s hand.
Inside it…
A young woman smiled warmly as she cradled a newborn child.
Standing beside her was a younger Ryker.
Nysera’s heartbeat thundered in her ears.
“Where… did you get that?”
Ryker carefully closed the pendant.
“It belonged to my sister.”
Nysera’s knees almost gave way.
“My sister…”
He looked directly into her eyes.
“Your mother.”
Draven stepped in front of Nysera.
“Enough.”
“If this is another trick—”
“It isn’t.”
Ryker calmly tossed the pendant toward him.
“Look for yourself.”
Draven caught it.
The moment he opened it again…
His expression changed.
“It isn’t forged.”
King Orion stepped forward.
“The royal crest…”
“It’
