Nyxara Rising
The White Wolf inside her did not pace its cage anymore—it prowled, ready.
Somewhere far below, thunder rolled over the city, unnoticed by most. But here, in Nyxara’s penthouse, the real storm gathered. The cracks were not in her—they ran through the ones who thought they could hold her, use her, break her.
Nyxara drew a slow, steady breath, her eyes burning with the promise of reckoning. “Let them react,” she said, voice low and electric. “The consequences are coming. Ready or not.”
Kael swallowed, the bravado gone from his posture. Rowan simply nodded, eyes grave. They both understood now—the city’s storm wasn’t coming. It had arrived, and its name was Nyxara Vale.