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

“Tap complete,” whispered Lyall, adjusting the crude transmitter hidden behind the prayer bell.


Nora crouched beside him, her fingers pressed against the cavern wall. A faint buzz vibrated beneath the stone—barely detectable, but rhythmic.


Sable, arms crossed, frowned. “You trust him now?”


“No,” Nora replied. “But I understand him.”


Back in the snowy ruins of Crater Post Alpha, Cyrus finished decoding the final sequence of Nora’s tap.


Marius stood behind him, jaw clenched. “You really think this isn’t a trap?”


“If it is,” Cyrus said, slipping a combat blade into his boot, “I’m already dead.”


“You were already dead the moment you opened that cell.”


Cyrus nodded once. “That’s the point.”


At Blackstone’s underground junctions, rebel operatives Sable and Lyall moved swiftly through maintenance shafts. Steam hissed from rusted vents, muffling footsteps.


Chapter 9: Rebel Echoes