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

“You want *what*?” Captain Varek barked.


Eileen stood before his desk, holding a neat list written in tight script.


“Access to the *south greenhouse*?” he scoffed. “That place is condemned.”


She held her ground, gaze lowered but posture unyielding.


“What for? Collecting frostbite? Or planning something clever?”


She added a second sheet—inventory notes showing dwindling medicinal herbs.


He squinted. “Moonleaf? Ferro-moss? What are you, a court chemist?”


He huffed. “Fine. Freeze if you want. Guards won’t follow you in there.”


Behind her, he muttered, “Creeping around like a ghost. One of these days, girl, you’ll slip.”


The greenhouse had once been beautiful.


Now, its glass dome sagged inward like the ribs of a dead beast, snow clinging to fractured panes. Twisted vines clawed up the walls, half-dead but still breathing under the ice.


Chapter 4 – Moonleaf Tonic