Wolfspire Keep loomed like a memory carved in stone.
Its towers were blackened from fire, its great doors split and scorched, but it still stood—defiant, forgotten, unbowed. Once the ancestral seat of the Moonborn line, it had been abandoned after the coup. Now, it welcomed home the daughter of its last queen.
Elara stepped across the threshold in silence.
A gust of wind whistled through the hollow hallways.
She could almost hear the echoes of lullabies past.
Arden walked beside her, wide-eyed. “This place… it feels like it remembers."
“It does," Elara murmured. “And it's waiting to see what I do next."
They moved through shattered chambers and collapsed stairwells until they reached the old library. Councilor Maelis—a slender, hawk-eyed elder loyalist—was already there, standing be
