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

The fire had died down, but something was different. His legs… throbbed. Not with pain—but with *feeling*.


He gripped the armrests of his chair, heart hammering.


He exhaled a shaky breath and slammed the bell cord.


Moments later, Eileen arrived, expression as calm as ever.


“You,” Cyr said, pointing at his legs. “Explain this.”


“I felt something,” he snapped. “Right foot. And a pulse behind my knee.”


“Is it the tea?” he demanded. “What did you put in it?”


She walked to the tray, examined the cup, then signed: *Same as before.*


She only raised an eyebrow and wrote on the notepad she carried: *Exercises. Consistency. Your will.*


Cyr stared at the message, then at her.


“Convenient answer,” he muttered. “But it’s not enough.”


She handed him a fresh tonic, then began checking his braces.


Chapter 6 – Awakening Sensation