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

"You're lucky to be breathing," snapped the medic, peeling back Cyrus’s scorched collar. “You should’ve gone up with the west wing.”


Cyrus winced as the ointment hit raw skin. “Half the rebels are dead. I need intel on the ones that escaped.”


“They didn’t just escape,” Marius muttered from the corner. “They knew the vents. The timing. The fuel cache layout. That was an inside job.”


Cyrus didn’t answer. His mind still burned with the image of Nora disappearing into the smoke, her chains broken, her eyes unreadable.


Later that night, under the sterile glare of the war room, General Ravik’s hologram glared down from the console.


Cyrus stood at attention. “She overpowered us during the breach.”


“She’s dangerous,” Ravik continued. “We can’t afford mythmaking. Greywing’s name is already spreading through the border packs like wildfire.”


Chapter 8: The Inquisitor's Doubt