The Werewolf's Bride
The Eclipse force stopped at the gate, Veyr shifting to human form: tall, broad, white hair braided with obsidian beads, red eyes burning.
“Blackthorn,” he called, voice carrying across the walls. “You harbor an abomination. The hybrid whelp will bring the Second Dark Moon. Hand her over. We end her cleanly. Refuse, and we burn this place to ash with all of you inside.”
Kael stepped forward, Elara at his side, hand in hand.
“She is our daughter,” Kael said, voice ringing clear. “She is Blackthorn. She is Ironfang. She is the bridge. And if you want her, you come through us.”