Mira Thornvale

Lia was once the healer of the White Rose Clan. At seventeen, she watched her people slaughtered by the Bloodclaw Legion. She survived only because she treated an injured enemy soldier—an act that branded her a traitor. To protect that boy, she willingly endured three years of imprisonment in the Bloodclaw camp, never uttering a word.

She believed he had long forgotten her. Yet she never knew that boy was now the Bloodclaw's ruthless warlord—Karl Thorne, codenamed "The Bone General," who swore an oath to "sever all ties to the past with his own hands."


The Wolfbone Promise

Execution day dawned under a blood‑red sky.


The parade ground was packed—soldiers in formation, nobles in balconies, prisoners lined up like cattle. Cameras floated above, broadcasting empire-wide.


Unshackled, spine straight, hair braided with invisible syringes.


Varric’s voice boomed across the courtyard. “Today, we demonstrate the perfection of Wolfbone. One dose to cleanse rebellion.”


He gestured to the drums lined behind her. “These canisters hold our legacy. Our future.”


Lia raised her chin. Somewhere behind her, she heard the subtle hiss—*smoke charges armed.*


Across the square, Karl stood in full regalia, eyes locked on hers.


“Test subject number one,” Varric announced, “Black-Blood healer, known rebel, responsible for—”


Karl moved instantly—slamming a fake canister into the disperser nozzle, switching drums under cover.


Chapter 11 – Fractured Loyalties