Silver Crest didn’t sleep.
Torches blazed everywhere—from the outer walls to the twisted mountain paths—lighting up the territory while warriors barely paused to catch their breath. The forge fires burned, shadows flickering against stone. Scouts ran back and forth, barking updates, echoing orders. If you were a wolf in Silver Crest, you could feel the tension in your bones. The whole continent felt like it was holding its breath. And the storm circling Silver Crest? That was only just kicking off.
Liana was up on the highest balcony, alone. Wind tore through her hair, cold and sharp. Somewhere in the distance, the patrol horns barely carried over the mountains.
Out there, hidden behind the thick woods—whole armies mobilized. And all of it was because of her. The thought twisted in her
