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

The morning after the siege, smoke still lingered over Greywing Ridge. Snow mixed with ash, turning the ground a quiet gray.


Nora stood at the edge of the battlements, wings folded, her cloak tattered but steady in the wind. Below, villagers gathered—some injured, some rebuilding, all watching her in silence.


Marius approached from behind. “We lost thirty-two. Held the line for four hours. You bought them a future.”


She didn’t turn. “We bought it. All of us.”


But they were already chanting her name.


Inside the healer’s tent, Cyrus sat upright, shirtless, a fresh bandage across his chest. Lyall examined his vitals with a raised brow.


“You shouldn't be alive,” Lyall muttered. “The shot fractured your spine. Punctured a lung. There's no medical logic for your recovery.”


Cyrus exhaled. “Maybe not medical.”


Lyall looked over. “It was her, wasn’t it?”


Chapter 20: Feathers over Ruins