The first light of dawn painted Winterclaw Pavilion's outer courtyard in icy pink. Ivy Snowveil and Roan Winterclaw stood before the oval arena known as the White Hunt, its frost-polished walls engraved with the names of past champions. A hush fell over the gathered spectators—courtiers, guards, and villagers drawn by rumor.
Kael approached, bearing the ritual spear carved from glacier-iron. Its haft was etched with runes matching the twin-wolf emblem on Ivy's ring. “This is what you seek," Kael whispered. “Retrieve it at the trial's end, and the path beyond Silent Gorge will open."
Ivy touched the spear respectfully, then turned to Roan. He wore light armor, blade at his hip, but his eyes were fixed on her. “Remember our song," he murmured. “Hold your melody steady."
Ivy swallowed. “I
