Silence blanketed the temple after Ivy’s ascension.
Not a whisper. Not a breath.
Until Kael finally rose, his eyes stormy and filled with something Ivy had never seen in him before: reverence.
“You’re glowing,” he whispered, brushing her cheek.
“I don’t feel like myself,” Ivy murmured. “I feel like… everyone else. All at once.”
Ember stepped forward, careful not to kneel again. “That’s because you’re carrying the blood of three worlds now. Fire, Shadow, and Chaos. You’re the first of your kind. The last of theirs.”
“I don’t know what that means yet,” Ivy confessed.
“You’ll learn,” Ember said softly. “But we don’t have time. The eastern packs have declared rebellion. They think you're dead. They crowned a false Alpha.”
Kael’s jaw clenched. “Bane.”
Of course. Bane—the rogue warlord,
