Elara Driscoll

Erin was born into poverty, a "border dweller" at the very bottom of Wolf City. Orphaned at a young age, she made a living by working as a servant for the wealthy, pretending to be mute.

No one knew she actually possessed the rare "Silver Tongue Bloodline"—her voice could awaken the spiritual core of a dying Alpha. For this reason, she had been told from childhood never to "speak."

One day, she was forced to sign a "lifetime care agreement" and sent to the snowy plains of the Northern Realm to look after Prince Sear Umbra, an Alpha who had been paralyzed by war wounds.

Silent howl

Cyr sat upright in bed, breath ragged, sweat freezing against his skin.


He saw it again—flames licking the palace walls, screams echoing through smoke-choked corridors, a child’s hand slipping from his—


Eileen entered quietly, as always. She paused when she saw him at the window, knuckles white against the sill.


“I saw a girl,” he murmured without turning. “In my dreams. Every time the fire comes back.”


“She was maybe five. Holding a music box.”


“I tried to carry her out. But I tripped. I remember heat, ash… then waking up with broken legs and a dead family.”


“And every time I think of pain, I hear that melody.”


Eileen’s face remained composed, but her hands clutched the tray tighter.


Chapter 10 – Echoes of Fire