Mira Thornvale

Sophia, has been a "gift" of the "Nightblade Tribe" since childhood—betrothed to Arthur, the future Alpha, to strengthen the covenant between the Nightblade Tribe and the imperial wolf clan. She was silent and docile, never rebelling, even though Arthur never once looked at her properly.
Years later, Arthur married someone else instead, and set up a farce of a "wedding stand-in" for her. On the eve of the ceremony, he locked her up in a border manor and told her coldly, "This isn’t a wedding. It’s a deal. You’re to disappear quietly."


The Wolf King's Silent Bride

Silver flames arched high into the night, casting ghostly shadows across the council circle.


And Sophia, the gift who became a storm.


Councilor Verin lifted a carved staff, voice solemn.


“Each soul must speak one undeniable truth,” he said. “The fire will judge. The empire will obey.”


She unrolled the scorched parchment with trembling hands, then pricked her finger.


Blood soaked into the old ledger’s corner.


She held it high, and with one hand wrote in flame across the marble dais:


**Arthur ordered the massacre of Nightblade to hide his secret army.**


The braziers pulsed—silver brightening to white.


Arthur laughed. “You call that proof?”


Chapter 17: Trial by Moonfire