Isadora's POVThe silence of the northern woods was the only thing that had ever truly belonged to me. It didn’t demand my silence; it simply shared it.I stood by the wooden table, my fingers stained green and brown with the bitter mountain roots I had spent the afternoon grinding. Then the quiet shattered.The thundering of hundreds of heavy hooves vibrated through the floorboards. Iron armor clanked, horses neighed into the freezing air, and the sheer, suffocating pressure of a High Alpha’s aura washed over the cottage.My heart did not leap with hope. It sank into a cold, hollow pit.The heavy oak door swung open, framing the winter storm outside and the figure standing on the threshold.Lucian.He wore the dark, shadow-gold armor of the realm’s supreme ruler. His dark hair was windblown, his breathing ragged, and his eyes were wide with a frantic, wild energy."Lucian," I said quietly, the sound of his name feeling foreign on my tongue. "Why are you here?"He took a step into the
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