Chapter 18
Elara packed less than she expected: clothes, weapons, her father’s old knife, her mother’s shawl, and the notebook she had started after the funeral.
Everything else stayed.
Not because it meant nothing.
Because the cabin did.
Elara stood in the doorway with one
Chapter 19
Black Howler looked nothing like Crimson Fang.
The Royal Pack sat across a wide valley carved between dark mountains, with stone walls built into the slopes and training grounds large enough to hold several companies at once.
Elara noticed the exits
Chapter 20
The Royal archive was older than the palace above it.
Elara felt that the moment she stepped underground.
Cold stone.
Dry air.
Rows of shelves cut directly into the mountain.
No banners.
No polished throne-room decoration.
Just records.
Kael led her through