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

Snow fell quietly over the high spire of Frosthaven—the city born of survivors, silence, and second chances.


At its summit stood a narrow tower carved from translucent frostglass. The wind howled softly outside, like distant voices long forgiven.


Inside, Frey and Alvin stood side by side before a blackstone table etched with two crescent moons—one waning, one rising.


They were no longer soldier and fugitive.


Now, they were simply two names written in history that hadn’t yet decided how to speak them.


The hall was filled with delegates—wolves with dull claws and human soldiers without swords. Children perched in the balconies, their legs swinging. No guards. No thrones.


Frey dipped a quill into ink made from ash and moonwater, her hand steady as she wrote her name.


Chapter 20: The Unfading Pendant