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

Nora stood in the cliff wind, her newly unfurled wings catching the first rays of sunlight.


“You’re glowing,” Lyall whispered, standing behind her.


She glanced back, feathers shimmering obsidian with silver edges. “Feels like fire under my skin.”


“That’s probably normal for someone rewriting their genome on the fly.”


She smirked, then winced as a jolt shot down her spine.


“It’s not pain exactly,” she muttered. “More like… something waking up that was always there.”


Inside the rebel command chamber, Marius projected a 3D map over the stone table. Red pulses marked known Starblade facilities; one blinking dot floated alone over the ocean.


“That’s our lead,” he said. “Cyrus found a reference in Ravik’s old flight manifest. An offshore platform—last logged as ‘G-Vault 01.’”


“Chimera,” Cyrus confirmed. “Experimental hub. Mobile. Shielded. Runs its own power grid and radio field.”


Lyall frowned. “You sure it’s not a trap?”


Chapter 16: Winged Awakening