Kael’s POV
I felt her before I saw her.
The bond had been pulling me through the eastern wing for several minutes now, steady and insistent, but the moment I crossed into the Moon Gallery it sharpened into something almost physical. Curiosity. Unease. Wonder. Too many emotions layered together, all circling the same dangerous center.
She had found something.
Of course she had.
The chamber opened before me in silver light and ancient stillness, the domed ceiling glimmering with painted constellations older than most bloodlines. At the far end, Elara stood motionless before the prophecy wall, Asha a quiet shadow at her side.
My steps slowed.
Not because of the room.
Because of the mural.
The split moon.
The two wolves.
The woman standing between them.
Every instinct in me went ri
