Mira Thornvale

Ten years ago, Alvin lost his mother and sister during the werewolf rebellion. He witnessed a masked silver wolf from the rebel ranks slaughtering the innocent, and from that moment on, he harbored an undying hatred for the silver-blooded werewolves. He swore an oath to one day purge every last "wolf tainted with silver blood."  During a hunt, Alvin captured a grievously wounded girl. She was covered in blood, yet around her neck hung the carved bone necklace his sister had lost long ago. Believing her to be a grave-robbing rebel, he coldly ordered her locked in the dungeon to be interrogated under torture.


Beneath Twin Moons

The entrance to the Whispering Caves yawned open like a mouth full of jagged teeth.


“Still think this is a good idea?” Halden asked, fidgeting with his torch.


“No,” Alvin said. “But it’s the only one we have.”


He glanced back at Frey. She was wrapped in layers of wool and furs, but the cold still sank through. Her steps were light, cautious—but steady.


“I’m fine,” she said before he could ask.


“I’m breathing. That’s enough.”


The first few tunnels were narrow, the air stale and damp. Then the walls widened—and the whispers began.


Frey paused. “Don’t answer them.”


“The voices. They’ll sound familiar. They aren’t real.”


As they moved deeper, the echoes grew louder—fragments of sound bouncing from stone.


Chapter 10: Wounds and Whispers