Liana woke to heavy footsteps outside her door—not just anyone pacing the halls, but armed, sharp, searching. Not careless at all.
She blinked as the first pale light dripped through her curtains. For a split second, she didn’t remember why she was here. Then everything crashed back at once.
The prophecy. Selene. The Alpha Council. And Kael.
Liana shot upright. The bandaged mark on her wrist started to pulse—a soft warmth, annoyingly alive.
The footsteps kept moving, back and forth, never stopping. Definitely not a random patrol.
She frowned, got out of bed, and crossed the room. The moment she opened the door, four armed warriors jerked to attention. Two right beside her, two more guarding the stairs. All silver weapons and black combat gear. They looked ready for war.
“What is this
