The Moonstone Citadel stood in silence.
A heavy fog rolled across the training grounds as dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight reflecting off the runes carved into the stone courtyard. Ivy stood at its center, barefoot, eyes closed, the wind lifting her dark hair. Around her, warriors from every pack—including her mother’s old guard—watched with hushed awe.
She had called them all here for a reason.
She was no longer the human girl who stumbled into Crescent Hill in search of answers. She was Flameborn, Shadow-kissed, heir to an ancient line that had long been forgotten. And today, she would show them why they needed to follow her.
With a flick of her wrist, the twin flames that now answered to her will burst to life—one golden, one violet. They curled around her like wings, not burn
