Leah Carter’s Point of View
The silver runes burned brighter, forming a perfect circle around Kael and me. The air inside the High Clans’ hall grew so still it hurt to breathe. Torches flickered, the smoke curling upward like thin black ribbons toward the carved ceiling.
Kael stood beside me, his sword drawn, the blade humming with energy. Across from us, the High Fang raised his staff, its tip glowing faint blue. The rest of the elders remained seated, their eyes pale and unreadable, like moonlit glass.
“This is not a request,” Myrren said, his voice deep and calm. “It is law. The bridge must be destroyed before her power consumes what remains of our world.”
I took a step forward, the runes beneath my feet pulsing with each heartbeat. “You call it law,” I said, my voice shaking with f
