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

The cliffs of Ember Gorge howled with wind.


Sophia pulled her cloak tighter, the scorched ledger bound to her chest with the black ribbon. Below, Caesar crouched by the edge of the ravine, scanning for movement.


“They’re here,” he said grimly. “Black steel. Same formation as the ledger described.”


Shadows shifted through the pine fog—armor that gleamed like oil, bearing no crest. Arthur’s secret legion. Trained in silence. Sworn to no one but him.


Sophia signed quickly: **We can’t outrun them.**


“No,” Caesar replied. “But we can draw them.”


He pointed to the rope bridge stretched across the gorge.


“You hold the pass. I cut the bridge once the civilians are out.”


But she didn’t argue. There wasn’t time.


Chapter 13: Prince in Chains