LOGINEmber Frost’s POV“What? “The Stormspire Mountains?” Eira blinked at me as if I’d spoken in another language. “There are sorcerers living out there, too? That can’t be right. I’ve never heard of anything like that.”“I hadn’t either,” I admitted with a helpless shrug. “But according to what that witch in the confinement room told us, there’s supposed to be a hidden group living there completely cut off from everyone else.”Eira frowned immediately. “That woman thrives on twisting the truth. What if she made it all up just to mislead you?”“She couldn’t have,” I said gently. “Elder Marcus used a truth-detection spell on her. It didn’t react at all when she talked about the Stormspire Mountains. Like it or not… he believed what she was saying.”“The Stormspire Mountains…” Eira’s gaze drifted toward the window, her voice softening. After a moment, she murmured, almost to herself, “You know… I’ve never told you this, but when I was a child, my mother used to tell me a story that took pla
Ember Frost’s POVThere was truly no way to tame the Astral Eyes.No matter how I tried to steady myself, that harsh truth slammed back into me all over again.And if that was true… What about Eira? Was she going to meet the same early death Medina did?Elder Marcus placed a calming hand on my shoulder and spoke gently, “Don’t lose hope, Miss Ember. We’ll find a solution. Eira will be alright.”But how could he sound so sure? “Even the witches don’t know how to control that cursed eye,” I whispered, shaking. “And if Eira… if something happens to her because of me, how am I supposed to face her?”My chest tightened with guilt. From the very beginning, I was the one who dragged her into this. I was the one who spoke of “honor” and “greatness” like they were shiny toys. I convinced her to leave the quiet life she loved and step into danger she never asked for.How could I have been so blind? So selfish?Who was I to place the weight of her fate on my shoulders, as if I were some higher b
Ember Frost’s POV I’d had enough of circling around her arrogance. “Elder Marcus,” I said, my voice filled with impatience, “go ahead. Start the mind break.”Fear flashed across Seraphina’s face the moment Marcus’s power stepped forward. She thrashed against her restraints, her composure cracking like thin ice.“Wait—no! You can’t do that to me!” She thrashed against the chains, panic flooding her voice. “The Lycan King wouldn’t allow this! You don’t have the authority!”Of course she didn’t know I wasn’t planning to actually break into her mind, just frighten her enough to make her talk. But she didn’t need to know that.“If you’re this terrified,” I said, leaning in, “then answer the question before I let him continue. Your choice.”Seraphina glared at me from beneath her tangled hair, jaw clenched so tight I could hear her teeth grind. “You’re bluffing,” she hissed. “If anything happens to me, your precious Lycan King will have your head. I saw what happened in the hall earlier; y
Ember Frost’s POVI found my father in his study, but he was in the middle of a call. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I stood quietly by the door and waited.It took almost twelve minutes before he finally hung up. He set the receiver down, looked at me with concern, and asked softly, “What’s wrong, my dear?”I took a breath. “There’s something I need to talk to you about… it’s about Eira. If you don’t mind.” His posture straightened immediately. “Of course.”My palms felt damp; I wasn’t sure how he would react or if he’d even allow me to speak to a prisoner about such a serious matter. “It’s about her eyes. The… vision ability she awakened. I thought—maybe Seraphina might know something we don’t. Even if she isn’t a prophet, she’s still a witch. She might have heard of this ability before.”He agreed almost immediately. “I’ve already been informed about Eira’s condition. You don’t need to burden yourself with worry. I sent someone to the witch clan earlier; they’re already discussin
Ember Frost’s POVI went to check on Eira.She had just regained consciousness a moment earlier. Her body seemed fine, but her eyes had taken the worst of the damage. She needed more time to heal, and the bandages couldn’t come off anytime soon. The thought of what her life might look like after this event left a heavy ache in my chest.When I stepped into the room, she spoke before I even asked how she felt. “Strangely enough… I can see perfectly well,” Eira muttered. “Even though my whole face is covered, I can still see everything around me whether my eyes are open or shut. It’s clearer than before. Too clear.”Mira and I exchanged a stunned look. She suspected it had to be some rare witch ability we didn’t understand, so we called for the werewolf elder right away.Elder Marcus hurried in the moment he heard the news. He bent beside Eira, carefully brushing his fingers along the bandage covering her eyes before stepping back with a deep, thoughtful frown. After a long silence, hi
Ember Frost’s POVOnce the guards finally managed to soothe the raging Northern Duke, my father shifted his attention to the witch. His voice was calm but firm, the kind that left no room for excuses. “Alright,” he said, “let’s hear everything from your own mouth.”The witch tilted her chin up, wearing a mocking smile as if the entire situation amused her. “And what exactly do you want explained?” she replied. “I already told you—I was curious. I thought it’d be fun to live like some pampered noblewoman for a day. That’s all.”My father’s expression hardened, all patience gone. “If you keep talking like this,” he warned, “I might have no choice but to call in someone who isn’t as gentle as I am.” His tone dropped lower. “From the way you spoke earlier, it’s clear you know plenty about the old war. Then you should also remember what the werewolves used to do when they needed answers on the battlefield.” He leaned in slightly, his gaze cold. “We never worried about whether those methods







