IOWYN
I paced the war room, my footsteps silent against the obsidian floor. The maps spread across the silver table showed fracture points in the veil between realms—far too many for the eve of a Shadow Birth. Each glowing mark represented a weakness, a potential breach where they could break through.
"My prince." Malcolm materialized at the doorway, his armor absorbing what little light filled the chamber. "We've captured intruders at the western fairy ring."
My hand went to my blade. "Bloodmoon?"
"Two females. One wolf, one half-blood."
I'd expected them hours ago.Wolves were nothing if not tenacious.
"Bring them."
Minutes later, two women stood flanked by my guards, wrists bound in moonsilver. The taller one—willowy with angular features that betrayed her mixed blood—fixed me wit
