Nyssa’s POV:
Peace is fragile.
I could feel it cracking the moment the fortress bell rang.
I had just stepped away from the window when the sound echoed through the walls. It wasn't the regular guard rotation or a meeting bell. This was something else—three long tolls, heavy and slow.
Formal arrival.
Ryvarn tensed before I could even ask. “Only high-ranked visitors get that call.”
“You think it’s my father?” I asked.
“Or someone worse.”
My heart sank.
We moved quickly. Ryvarn was quiet, his jaw tight. I could feel the shift in him—the way his dragon energy buzzed, coiled just beneath his skin.
My wolf wasn’t calm either.
She paced.
She didn’t like the feel of the air anymore.
We followed the guards through the main corridors, lit by torchlight that flickered too fast for the s
