ELDER NYXARA
Young Luna slept without stirring, her breathing slow and even as she rested in her mate’s arms. They were both spent. The day had taken too much from them. Truths had come out all at once, heavy and sharp, and the mating bond had demanded its full price before it settled.
I stood in the doorway longer than I meant to, watching them. They looked peaceful. They had no idea that their bond had placed them at the center of a war that had been waiting centuries for the right moment to surface.
Karin Vale carried more than Luna-born blood in her veins. She carried the quiet hope of those who believed the Veiled Realms did not have to stay trapped in cycles of blood and control. But hope alone was not harmless. She also carried a duty she did not yet understand. One choice, made
