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

“Pulse at forty-three. Respiration weak but stable.”


“She’s holding,” Karl said, barely above a whisper.


Lia lay still on a makeshift gurney, the citadel's toxin factory now transformed into a war-room laboratory. Vials and cords ran from her body to machines that once refined death.


Karl was instantly at her side. “You’re awake.”


“Of course,” she rasped. “You make a terrible nurse.”


Despite the pain, her lips twitched. “What’s the status?”


Karl hesitated. “Border provinces in chaos. Troops turning. Communications jammed. But the antidote mist is working.”


She nodded slowly. “Then we move fast.”


A medic leaned in. “She shouldn’t be talking.”


“She should,” Karl said. “She’s the only one left who knows how to lead.”


Lia’s voice cracked, but clear: “Spread the mist westward. Use heat pumps for dispersal. Prioritize mining towns and river lines—they’ll be hit next.”


Chapter 13 – Memory in the Scar