A tempest of thunder shattered the dawn as Marin Ashveil and Elias Bloodmoor emerged from the ruined Ritual Cavern. Rain lashed their cloaks, turning stone streets into torrents. Word of the failed Rite of Silencing spread faster than storm clouds—soldiers and citizens spilled into the streets, rumors igniting hope and fear alike.
Elias pressed a hand to Marin's shoulder, voice hoarse over the wind. “Selene's grip is broken—but her allies remain. We must confront Calder's forces before they strike."
Marin nodded, throat aching with unshed words. “Lead." She tapped her chest—my strength—then his—our bond.
They spurred their mounts toward the palace gates, where Rowan and Baron Theron held watch with Crescent Pack rebels. Lit braziers flared along the walls, revealing pallid banners of t
