The respect in Greywind’s eyes was a tangible thing, a new currency in the economy of their survival. But it was a heavy coin. In the wake of the sky-wyrm’s departure, the Wolf Clan’s territory didn't feel like a sanctuary; it felt like a stage, and they were the players who had just delivered a line so powerful it had shifted the entire script.
Lyra’s legs were unsteady as Ren helped her to her feet. The echo of the celestial song still vibrated in her bones, a residual energy that left her feeling both hollow and terrifyingly full.
“The omen was a warning for the Tribunal?” Kael asked, his voice low as they followed Anya back toward the heart of the settlement. His gaze kept scanning the trees, not for Talons, but for the unseen listeners the Shaman had warned them about. “So we have t
