CAMILLE POV – CHAPTER 43
Power does not arrive politely.
It does not ask permission, does not wait for understanding, does not care about tradition or comfort. It rips through the soil, splits the earth wide open, and dares anyone to stop it.
The Silver Mist forest had always breathed gently. Fog-draped trees. Soft roots. Subtle magic woven so deep into the land that most wolves never even realized it was there.
Until me.
Flowers bloomed where no flowers should exist. Vines twisted around iron gates, thick and alive, thorns sharp as blades. Petals shimmered faintly with bioluminescence, opening and closing as if the forest itself was watching.
Watching me.
I stood at the edge of the courtyard with my arms folded tight, jaw clenched, feeling the weight of every gaze pressed into m
