Obsidian Crown Citadel – The High Tower Elara’s POVThe Frostveil Seers arrived like ghosts carried on the first cold breath of dawn.Their sleds sliced through the snow outside the gates six wolves steaming, breath pluming white, cloaks stiff with two moons of frost and dried blood. Laura leapt down first, silver hair wild, eyes the color of frozen lakes already searching upward for us on the tower balcony. Korran followed more slowly, cane tapping stone, blind eye milky but his good eye sharp as ever.The great hall below had gone deathly still the moment they entered. Hundreds of wolves warriors, maids, elders, children parted without a word. Every eye tracked them up the winding stairs to where Rico and I stood.Rico’s hand was already crushing mine. Through the fresh mark on my throat I could feel his pulse hammering fear, fury, hope all tangled together.Laura didn’t bow. She stared first at the bite mark still red and swollen on my neck, then at the way Rico’s body curved inst
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