Calyra’s POV I wasn’t expecting a letter from him that morning, the sun had barely stretched over the marble ridges of House Nareth, the halls still steeped in that sacred hush that settles just before day truly begins. I was sipping warm herb tea, seated by the open balcony overlooking the cliffside gardens, when Maerin approached—graceful, quiet, unreadable as ever. She said nothing, just held out a parchment sealed with black wax and a silver thread. Stormfang’s mark, my heart stuttered the moment i saw it. I took it with steady hands and nodded my thanks.But the moment I was alone, I pressed it to my chest and closed my eyes. It had been two weeks since I saw his face, heard his voice—two long, quiet weeks of meetings, counsel, riddles wrapped in tradition, and polite stares from wolves who saw me as symbol before they ever saw me as a woman. i know it is from thorold and I miss him so much. I unsealed the parchment slowly, the scent of cedarwood still clinging to the paper.
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