VALERIE.
I woke to silence.
No war horns.
No mourning cries.
Just the weight of power humming beneath my skin. The events at River Fang had changed everything. The outpost still stood, but so did the truth: Callum had shown his hand and I had shown mine, my wolf—the part of me that had been dormant for so long—was finally stirring. Not fully awakened, but restless.
Madam Rose said it was because the prophecy had begun to breathe. Not the kind written in ancient times or whispered over sacred scrolls but the one living in my blood, in my child, in my mates. Dorian hadn’t left my side since the battle, Jasper trained endlessly, trying to mask his restlessness. And Jason… he was unusually quiet.
Something heavy lingered in the air. A shift. A warning.
Reports flooded in like rising tid
