The wind at Silvercrest Academy never howled at night.
Yet tonight, it did.
A long, low, shivering wail slid across the rooftops like a warning dragged through the air. Students hurried to their dorms, muttering about curfews and the strange tension crawling through the Hall of Wolves ever since rumor of a rogue sighting spread.
Only one place remained fully lit despite the hour:
The Celestial Observatory.
A round tower of black stone.
Glass dome gleaming with reflected moonlight.
A place meant for star charts, constellations, ancient wolf lineages…
and secrets older than the Omega Descent.
Aria climbed the spiral staircase alone, her boots whispering over the stone steps. She shouldn’t be here. She knew that. But something tugged at her—soft but insistent—pulling her toward the h
