Chrome and Claws
“If you came here for me, then say your reason, don’t hide behind riddles.”
Malrik studied her for a long, weighted silence. Finally, he lowered his gaze in something almost like reverence.
“I came because the world is shifting.
The hunters you face, the whispers of war are not the root. They are symptoms and you, Raven Blackthorne… are the storm they fear.”
Her chest constricted violently. “What do you mean?”
But before Malrik could answer, another voice sliced in.
“Don’t listen to him.”
Lyandra Draikos.
She had slipped in through the gates unnoticed, her blonde hair catching the firelight, her emerald eyes gleaming with malice. Unlike her step brother, she was a wolf and her aura was sharp