Mira Thornvale

Nora was the last survivor of the Grayfeather Tribe—a clan deemed heretical among werewolves for their "inability to transform." Since childhood, she had been scorned as the "crippled wolf." Six years ago, she watched as her people were slaughtered by the Starblade Legion, while she herself was mistaken for a human spy and imprisoned in Blackstone Keep.

There, she was forcibly injected with "ancestral serum" in an attempt to awaken her beastly nature—but it failed. On the brink of death from the toxins, she was unexpectedly released by a newly appointed commander.


Feathers of the Forgotten

Wind screamed over the crater’s rim as rebel scouts surveyed the charred wreckage. Moros was gone—collapsed into molten slag and ash.


“No heat signatures,” Lyall said, adjusting the sensor.


Sable wiped soot from her face. “She’s not down there.”


“She gave us the drive. That was the mission.”


Lyall stared into the smoke. “But it wasn’t the reason.”


Ten kilometers east, a shepherd boy stumbled into the edge of a forest.


“Father!” he cried, pointing to the stream. “There’s someone in the water!”


An unconscious girl lay half-submerged, blood caked to her back. Charred skin. Ripped clothing. And—feathers.


Not wings. Not yet. Just hints of black-veined bone tips stretching from her spine like broken halos.


The village elder squinted. “Bring her to the shrine.”


When Nora woke, it was to the scent of pine needles and herbal smoke.


A healer dabbed her forehead. “You fell from the sky.”


Chapter 13: Trust Forged in Blood