Third Person POV
The pack house was never quiet. Even at night, footsteps echoed in distant halls, servants hurried with torches, and warriors changed shifts at the borders. But for Xena, silence had been her only company the night she vanished.
She had been carrying a set of reports Jordan had asked her to deliver to the council. Nothing unusual, nothing she hadn’t done before. Her path was well lit, familiar, carved into her daily routine. Yet halfway down the long corridor that stretched past the storerooms, the air shifted. The flames along the walls flickered low, a chill creeping in like someone was watching.
Xena paused, her instincts sharp. “Who’s there?”
No answer. Only silence. She shook her head, muttering to herself, and pressed on. But before she could take another step, a
