Midnight Crown
A third: “If she breaks it, we break her.”
A shape pulled free from the shadows—not to challenge for dominance, but to remind them what was at stake.
“If the Code chose her, then blood will answer.”
The room fell silent—not in unity, but in warning.
This wasn’t about territory.
It was about control.
Before dawn, the first body was found.
A courier—young, efficient, Laev loyal—left dead in an alley off Market Row. Throat cut, hands folded, a crude wolf carved into her palm.