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 first blast rocked the southern gate before sunrise.


Frostfall shook to its foundations as imperial artillery fired wave after wave of molten stone across the frozen plain.


Cyr stood at the battlements, wind tearing through his cloak.


His braces hissed with each shift, holding his body upright as wolf soldiers took formation behind him.


“Hold the ridge,” he commanded. “Don’t break until my signal.”


Captain Varek shouted down the lines. “Shields high! Wait for the flare!”


Eileen stood in the central watchtower, fingers pressed to the crystal conduit humming beneath her palm. The resonant frequency inside the fortress had begun to pulse—faint, chaotic.


Below, the imperial legions advanced—thousands strong, red banners flapping like open wounds.


Cyr narrowed his eyes. “Now,” he whispered.


Chapter 16 – Sacrifice in Flames