Elara
The rain had washed the village clean by morning, but it hadn’t washed away the uneasiness in my heart.
I woke before dawn, unable to fall back asleep.
The voice of the silver wolf still echoed in my mind.
The time is drawing near.
Near for what?
My wolf?
My magic?
Or something far worse?
I slipped the silver ring onto my finger before climbing down from the attic. As always, I tucked it beneath the sleeve of my dress.
Some secrets had become too dangerous to leave unprotected.
The house was already awake.
Mother was kneading bread while Father quietly read through reports from the previous day’s patrol.
Neither of them looked at me.
“You’ll be working at the estate all day,” Father said without lifting his eyes from the papers.
“Alpha Rowan wants every guest room prep
