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

“Three minutes,” Drin whispered, glancing at the pocketwatch ticking in her gloved hand. “You’re in, swap the packs, and out before shift change. No heroics.”


“I’m not the heroic type,” Nora muttered, adjusting the military medic’s armband on her sleeve.


“You memorized the antidote locations?”


“Second shelf, left wing, red stripe.”


Nora gave a half-smile. “Just a ghost, right?”


Inside the Starblade depot infirmary, Nora moved like smoke.


The disguise worked better than she liked. Soldiers barely looked up as she passed—just another medic in white, clutching her clipboard.


Antidote packs lined the wall—syringe kits labeled for neurotoxin counteragents. She opened her pouch and carefully replaced them with duplicates filled with diluted paralytic.


Same weight. Same color. Just slower death.


The kind that started in the lungs and didn’t scream.


Chapter 4: Ashes to Alias