Cassian
No one sleeps after the vampire message.
The palace grows quieter toward dawn, but inside my chambers tension settles too heavily for rest.
Snow continues falling beyond the balcony windows, covering the cliffs surrounding the wolf capital in silver white silence.
Beautiful. Cold. Temporary.
Like peace.
The bond feels restless now.
Not unstable.
Alert.
Every emotional shift spreads too quickly between us after the conversation with Lady Celestine.
Fear from the kingdoms. Pressure from the councils. The realization that separation is no longer survivable.
Gods.
That changes everything.
Kaelith stands near the balcony doors watching the storm outside while fire rolls faintly beneath his skin. Lucien remains near the
wardstone in case another kingdom reaches out before
