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

“Starshade,” Cyr said softly, fingertips brushing the edge of the old census record.


The ink had faded, but the name burned brighter than fire.


The same name that vanished from the registry sixteen years ago.


He stared at the matching handwriting—an old royal ledger tucked deep inside the restricted archives.


“Presumed dead,” he murmured. “But she wasn’t. She survived. And hid.”


Captain Varek stood behind him, arms folded. “You knew her name?”


“I’ve seen it before. In a dream.”


Varek frowned. “Your dreams are getting specific.”


Cyr closed the book slowly. “This wasn’t just memory. It was *remorse.*”


He looked at the portrait above the fireplace—King Halric Ulmir. His father.


The man who supposedly died defending the palace.


Another scroll lay unrolled nearby—signed orders from General Ulmir, *his own father*, sealing off the Starshade Wing one day before the palace fire.


Chapter 12 – Secrets in Chains