Serena Blythewood

Freya was the youngest hunter of the Frostfang Tribe, yet she concealed a dangerous truth—she was a descendant of the legendary "Silver-Blooded," whose blood could awaken the slumbering Wolf God. To protect this secret, she never transformed in front of others, relying only on her arrows in battle, enduring scorn and ridicule behind her back. During a sudden ambush, Freya was wounded while saving Theo, the war chief's son. After secretly using her blood to heal him, she vanished without a trace. When Theo awoke, all he remembered were those icy blue eyes in the mist—yet he mistakenly believed his savior to be another noble maiden, Eileen.

Silverblood Exile

The mountains near Frostfang shimmered with thawlight, the kind of blue-white glow that came only before spring broke the ice. At Bleached Gate—once an overlooked border pass, now a symbol of rebirth—a wind stirred, carrying smoke and uncertainty.


Theo stood at the outpost wall, silver-threaded cloak stirring behind him. His eyes were locked on the southern ridge.


“They’re late,” Lark said, walking up beside him.


“They’re not coming to negotiate,” Theo replied. “They’re coming to take.”


“They took a child. One of the rescued wolf-pups. The youngest—Ember.”


Lark’s eyes hardened. “And who’s leading them?”


“Eirene’s loyalists,” Theo said. “The ones we missed in the purge.”


Far beyond the gates, in a crag of shadowed stone, Eirene’s final disciples prepared for their last gamble.


Chapter 16: Clash at Dawn’s Bleached Gate