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 eclipse turned the sky black at noon.


From the cliffs above Frostspire Keep, the sun vanished behind the moon, casting a silvery gloom across the valley. Bells tolled in confusion. Shadows stretched unnaturally long.


Ten soldiers crouched in silence behind him. Frey stood at his side, face pale, eyes bright with purpose.


Through garden ruins and shattered halls, past unmanned checkpoints where guards stared upward at the darkened sky, they slipped inside the Keep like whispers on the wind.


Then the first explosion hit—blue lightning runes detonating above the northern gate.


“Scatter!” Alvin roared. “Push to the throne!”


Steel rang. Arrows sliced air. Screams echoed off marble and fire-lit banners.


Alvin met Captain Draik atop the battlements, blades crossing in a storm of sparks.


“You should’ve stayed in the woods with your pet,” Draik sneered.


Chapter 13: Storm of Remorse