The Phoenix Wolf's Awakening
I said.
Marcus watched us from across the courtyard, something unreadable in his ancient eyes. Not quite recognition, not quite suspicion, but something between. He'd seen something in Nova's fire, something that made him step back rather than forward. The Shadow King's son, afraid of an untrained girl's grief.
We moved to the Academy's secure wing, the one with reinforced walls and guardian wards. Sophie worked on the wounded, her phoenix fire turned to healing rather than destruction. Twenty-three students saved. Forty-seven dead. The numbers felt impossible, too large and too small simultaneously.
Hot Chapters