POV: Asher. The morning was still and gray, clouds settled low like they were trying to keep Raven’s Peak quiet just a little longer.Asher stood at the dining room table, carefully sealing envelopes with the Nightshade crest. Each one was marked for a neighboring town—Ashmoor, Bell Creek, Grafton Ridge, even the fragile remnants of Fernmere.Across from him, Ember held Caelen on her hip, her jaw tight.“You’re delivering these yourself,” she said, not asked.“I am.”Ember let out a breath, steady but sharp. “You could send Saul. Maren. Anyone else.”“They won’t trust anyone else,” Asher replied. “They need to see my face. Hear my voice. Know I’d step into their town without a guard and still mean every word.”Caelen gurgled in her arms, blissfully unaware.Ember shifted, her tone cooler now. “And what if someone doesn’t want to hear it? What if you don’t come back?”“I will.”“You can’t promise that.” Her voice cracked just a little. “I won’t let our son be left wondering what his f
Pov: Ember. The sky outside the mansion had turned to gold and ash. Ember stood in the nursery, swaying gently with Caelen in her arms. His little fingers clutched the collar of her shirt, face pressed against her shoulder, fast asleep.Asher leaned in the doorway, watching them with quiet eyes.“He went down easy?” he asked softly.Ember nodded. “Softer tonight. I think he felt how calm it was… even if just for a few hours.”Asher stepped in, brushing his hand over Caelen’s back before planting a light kiss on Ember’s cheek. “He’s getting strong.”“He’s going to have to be,” she said, shifting her weight slightly. “We all are.”They moved into the living room, where the fireplace cracked softly. Ember sat curled on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, while Asher dropped beside her and loosened his collar.“Lorna settled in okay?” he asked.“She’s cautious, but she’s here. That’s something. Lira’s helping.”Asher nodded, quiet for a moment. Then: “Saul checked in. Grafton Ridge i
Pov: Asher. The knock came just after breakfast.It was soft, hesitant. Ember was in the kitchen drying mugs when she heard it. Asher looked up from the table, his brow knitting. He wasn’t expecting anyone.Saul moved to the door first, ever-watchful. His boots were quiet against the wood floor as he opened it just a crack, then paused.He murmured something low, cautious. Then he opened it wider.A tall woman stepped in—hood drawn, coat thick with road dust. She looked travel-worn, hollow-eyed, and cautious.“Name’s Lorna,” she said before anyone could ask. “From Wexley.”Asher rose slowly. Wexley was one of the towns that had fallen quiet after Aiden’s threat. It wasn’t far—maybe two days on foot if you knew the back trails—but no one had dared approach since Fernmere.“You came alone?” Asher asked.Lorna nodded. “They didn’t want me to. Said I was wasting time. That Raven’s Peak wouldn’t help us. But I—I had to try.”She looked at Ember then, with something close to recognition. N
Pov: Ember. The apartment smelled like warm milk and lavender. Morning light filtered through sheer curtains as Ember stepped into the small back room where Lira sat rocking her baby gently. Caelen, nestled in a bassinet nearby, kicked softly in his sleep, fists opening and closing.“He’s finally down,” Lira whispered, voice low but tired.Ember passed her a warm mug. “You look like you could use this more than I can.”Lira accepted it with a faint smile. “Thanks. I forget how small they stay at this age.”Ember sat beside her on the couch. “It feels like you blink and they’re already running into trouble.”The quiet between them was soft, filled with the occasional coo from Caelen’s bassinet.“I don’t want to just sit here,” Lira said after a long moment. “I know I have the baby, and I know I’m still grieving Cael, but I need to do something, Ember. For him. For them.”Ember looked over at her. “You will. You’re here. That’s already something.”Lira nodded, eyes brimming but steady.
Pov: Ember. The elevator creaked softly as it climbed to the fifth floor of the old building just outside Raven’s Peak’s central district. Ember stood beside Lira, who clutched her son close against her chest. The boy had fallen asleep on the ride, his little arms wrapped tightly around her neck.Ember glanced at her and offered a small, warm smile. “She’ll love having you there,” she said gently. “Caelen too. You’ll have space to breathe.”Lira nodded, eyes red but dry. She hadn’t cried since the infirmary. Something about survival hardened things. But even so, her fingers kept brushing her son’s back like she needed to remind herself he was still there.The elevator chimed, and they stepped into a narrow hallway with faded wallpaper and framed photos nailed crookedly to the walls. The air smelled like old wood, herbs, and lavender.At the end of the hall, the door was already open.Caelen appeared first, laying still on the couch.Then Grandmother emerged, silver hair braided down
Pov: Cael and Aiden. Scene: Fernmere – Town Square, Just Before DawnFlames clawed at the sky, reflecting off shattered windows and blood-slick stone. Fernmere was chaos—smoke-choked and burning, its people scattered like leaves in a storm.Cael stood at the heart of it all.His coat was scorched. Blood dripped from a gash along his ribs, soaking through his shirt. But his stance was steady, his grip firm on the curved blade that had been passed down through his bloodline. Around him, bodies lay still—some of Aiden’s soldiers, some his own.Above him, the drop ship’s thrusters screamed as it hovered, casting everything in a furious white glow. Then the figure descended.Aiden.Clad in obsidian armor, eyes glowing faintly gold. No fear, no hesitation. Just cold purpose."You never had the stomach for this, Cael," Aiden said, stepping onto the scorched cobblestones."I had the heart you never did," Cael replied.They circled each other."You could’ve ruled Fernmere beside me,” Aiden sa