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

Flames raged behind them as the rebel hovercraft cleared the crumbling remains of Project Sanctum. Black smoke towered into the sky, blotting out the stars.


Nora sat slumped in the back, cradling the small winged child against her chest. He trembled in her arms, eyes wide and silent.


“Pulse is weak but steady,” Lyall said, checking vitals. “He’s been under sedation too long.”


“We’ll detox him,” Nora said. “I don’t care how long it takes.”


Across from her, Cyrus wiped blood from his brow. “That was a prototype wing variant. B-series. They were supposed to be extinct.”


“They weren’t,” she said coldly. “They were hidden.”


Marius stepped in from the cockpit. “We found a secondary vault. Empty. Completely drained. They were *moving* the formula before we hit.”


Sable cursed. “So Ravik was a decoy?”


“Or a fanatic,” Cyrus said. “Either way, he’s dead. But the serum isn’t.”


Nora looked down at the child’s malformed feathers. Her hands shook.


Chapter 15: Ashfall of Abominations