chapter 68
--- Chapter 68 – Echoes of Ice and Flame The wind carried a new bite. Not the sharpness of winter or the howl of a cold front, but something older—something cursed. Ashridge’s warriors felt it in their bones. The forest creatures grew restless. The moon, ever watchful, hung like a wounded eye in the sky. The Phoenix was no longer the only power rising. --- Seraphina stood in the high towers of Ashridge Castle, her fiery hair tangled by the wind. Beneath her, the kingdom stirred—wolves patrolled, scouts returned with fragmented reports, and her three Alphas met with the elders to discuss the unknown enemy in the north. But Seraphina’s gaze wasn’t on her land. It was beyond—toward the frost-kissed peaks, where whispers of Azrael’s cult had taken root. Something inside her stirred.
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