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

No drums. No banners. Just pale flakes tumbling from a silver sky, blanketing Frostfall in quiet grace.


Cyr stood alone on the palace terrace, breath clouding in the cold.


Just his old traveling cloak and the froststeel braces at his knees, now quiet, almost ceremonial.


The healers had offered to remove them.


He still remembered the boy who couldn't stand without them.


And the girl who gave him reason to try.


Her presence moved like breath—barely audible, but felt with every part of him.


She stood beside him, bundled in a midnight-blue cloak lined with wolf-fur. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips slightly parted from effort.


For a moment, they just watched the snow fall in silence.


Then Cyr whispered, “It’s strange.”


Chapter 20 – Snowbound Promise