INICIAR SESIÓNEmilie's prov I found Lysander in the council chamber.He was standing over a collection of reports, speaking quietly with Maverick. Both men stopped when I entered.“I need you to read something.”I placed the folded paper on the table.Lysander opened it.His expression barely changed as he read the sentence, but I noticed his fingers tighten around the paper.Ask him what he offered the King in exchange for your life.Maverick moved closer.“Another message?”I nodded.“It was inside my room. I don't know how it got there.”Lysander looked towards the door.“Who was on guard?”“He said nobody entered.”“Then someone found a way past him.”His voice had become colder.I folded my arms.“That's not what concerns me most.”He looked at me.“Then what does?”“Who is the King?”Neither man answered immediately.I looked between them.“Thane?”Lysander placed the paper on the table.“Possibly.”“And what life was Kai trying to exchange?”“We don't know that yet.”“But the message says
Emilie's prov The message remained on the council table long after everyone had left.I had read it so many times that I could almost recite the words without looking.The eastern passage was never the meeting place.Ask Kai what he promised in exchange for your return.It was the second line that troubled me most.My return.Return from where?I had left Silvercrest willingly, even if the circumstances surrounding my departure had been far from ordinary. I had travelled to the Keep to understand my powers and the prophecy. There had been danger, certainly, but I had never been taken away against my will.At least, not in the way the message suggested.I sat beside the window, turning the folded paper between my fingers.A knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in.”Maverick entered, carrying a small tray with a cup of tea.“You haven't eaten.”“I am not hungry.”“That wasn't a question.”I gave him a tired look.He placed the tray on the table and took the chair opposite me.“Lysande
Emilie's prov The search began before the morning mist had lifted.Lysander divided the warriors into three groups. One would search the eastern passage, another would inspect the surrounding woodland, while the third remained at the Keep in case the disappearance was meant to draw everyone away.I wanted to join the first group.Lysander refused.“You are not going anywhere near that passage until we know what happened to the escort.”“And how are we supposed to find out what happened if we keep me locked inside?”His silver eyes met mine. “By using the people trained to investigate dangerous situations.”“I can help.”“You can also become the next person we have to search for.”Maverick stood beside him, studying the map spread across the table. He did not interrupt, but I noticed the slight movement of his eyes between us.“I am not asking to go alone,” I said. “I want to see the place where they disappeared. If someone is using me to draw your attention away, shouldn't we unders
Emilie's prov The woman had been wearing a small silver pendant.I remembered it clearly now.It rested just below her throat, shaped like a narrow crescent with a tiny stone in its centre. It had caught the light when she reached for the young man.I opened my eyes.The dream was fading, but the image of the pendant remained.I glanced at my wrists. The twin crescents were faint beneath my skin.Why did the dreams keep returning? And why did each one leave me with a feeling that I had forgotten something important?I got out of bed and walked to the window.The Shadowlands stretched beyond the Keep, its dark landscape almost motionless. There was no sunrise to announce the morning, only a gradual change in the faint light surrounding the distant hills.I rested my forehead against the cold glass.Something was coming.I could feel it.The council gathered shortly after I left my room.Maverick stood beside the table, holding the records from the previous evening. Lysander sat at th
Emilie's prov The message remained on Lysander's desk the following morning.The pack will break before the crown does.I had read it several times, hoping that the words would somehow reveal more than they did. They never changed. The handwriting was unfamiliar, and the ink had been pressed so deeply into the paper that the letters could be felt beneath my fingertips.Someone wanted us afraid.Worse, someone wanted us to believe the pack was already losing.I found Lysander in the council room with Maverick and two senior guards. A map of the Keep and its surrounding passages lay open on the table.“Have you found anything?” I asked.Maverick shook his head.“We questioned the guards assigned to the western passage. None admits to changing the patrol schedule.”“Could they be protecting someone?”“They could,” Lysander replied. “But suspicion is not proof.”He moved a small marker on the map.“The injured wolf was redirected through this passage. The storage room is here, and the h
Emilie's prov The first sign that something was wrong came from the western courtyard.A howl rang through the Keep just before dawn.It was not the ordinary call of a wolf announcing the morning. It was sharp and broken, ending in a sound that made the hair rise along my arms.I was already awake.The dream had returned, though this time I remembered only the fountain and the dark water. The woman’s voice had been distant, almost swallowed by the sound of rain.I had just sat up when the howl came.I pulled on my clothes and hurried into the corridor.Guards were moving toward the courtyard. One passed me at a run.“What happened?” I asked.“A wolf has turned on his own.”I followed him.The courtyard was filled with movement. Two guards stood near the archway, their weapons raised but not yet striking. A large grey wolf crouched near the fountain, its ears pinned back and its teeth bared.Another wolf lay on the stones nearby.The injured wolf was breathing, but blood darkened the
EMILIE"Get away from the window!"Mrs. Hawthorne yanked me backward just as something crashed against the glass. The window should have shattered, but it didn't like there was an invisible barrier holding whatever was out there back."What is that?" I couldn't stop shaking."Dark forces." She was
EmilieEMILIEThe shadows were moving again,I know how that sounds. Trust me, I've heard myself say it enough times to know it sounds completely insane. But there they were, twisting across my bedroom walls like living smoke, separating from the darkness and reaching toward me with fingers that sh
(Emilie's POV)The silence after the attack was suffocating.For three days, Silvercrest held its breath. The halls reeked of medicine and ash. Everywhere I walked, eyes followed me like I was poison. The whispers started almost immediately.
(Emilie's POV)Storm's words were still hanging in the air when it happened."They're coming," she'd whispered, and I'd felt the weight of it settle over me like a funeral shroud. But I didn't understand. Not really, not until the ground itself started to shake.The tremor began small, barely notic







