Elara’s POV First light broke over the Obsidian Crown Citadel not with warmth, but with a harsh, pale glare against the ice.The courtyard was a sea of armor, steely breath, and restless wolves. Sleds were packed, supplies strapped tight, and two hundred of our finest warriors stood ready. Rico stood at the head of the line, his heavy black cloak draped over his shoulders, gold eyes cutting through the dawn mist. The fresh bite mark on his throat my mark was dark and swollen, a permanent crimson promise against his skin. I stepped down the stone stairs, my crimson mantle trailing behind me, emerald eyes scanning the ranks. The air tasted of bitter frost and ozone, the unnatural cold from the north creeping further south than it ever should have reached. Rico turned as I approached, his hand reaching out to capture mine. The moment our skin touched, the bond surged hot, thick, and demanding. His fingers crushed mine, his thumb tracing the pulse point at my wrist. "The vangua
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