All Chapters of CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE): Chapter 51 - Chapter 52

Chapter 51: Blood for a throne (Kyra) We wrapped shawls around our faces and slipped through the dusk toward Blackridge. I could already imagine Darian’s orders , soldiers posted at every crossroads, hawk-eyed and ready, so we moved small and quiet, as if the shadows themselves could swallow us. The boat rocked beneath our feet. The boatman kept casting those odd, lingering glances, and my skin prickled with each one. Lucian must have seen me tense; he leaned close and murmured, “Ignore him. We’ll be off this boat soon.” His voice was a warm thread against the cold air, and for a moment I let it anchor me. When we stepped onto Blackridge soil something inside me unclenched. The place felt both foreign and heartbreakingly familiar, like a name I hadn’t dared whisper in years. Memories came rushing back the instant my boots met the path. “So, where are we going to stay?” Isla asked, voice small. I swallowed hard at the thought of the old cottage Serah and I once called home.