Caelrix’s POVZoriven? Here? The words echoed in my quiet bedroom, completely freezing the blood in my veins. My first instinct was to listen for the chaotic sounds of battle, the howling of enemy wolves, or the heavy clash of blades outside my windows. But the Black Stone packhouse was entirely silent, not even the slightest hint of a sound of war, no alarm bells ringing through the courtyard, and frankly, no shouts from my men. Zoriven had come all the way to my territory, but he hadn't brought an invading army with him.That felt wrong in the worst possible way.I stood frozen in the center of the room, my brows coming together as I struggled to wrap my mind around it. "What do you mean he's here?" I demanded, turning my sharp gaze toward Exovyn. "If he didn't bring his warriors to tear down our borders, what is he doing standing in our main hall?"Exovyn shook his head, his expression just as baffled and anxious as I felt. "I'm just as confused as you are, Caelrix. He arrived
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