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

Chains clinked as Lia was led back into the chamber, wrists raw beneath iron cuffs.


Karl stood behind the table this time. Alone again.


No guards. No scribes. Just him and the girl who refused to be broken.


He opened a file. “Your antidotes work. Better than ours. That’s not village herb lore. That’s surgical.”


“You’ve had formal training. Imperial training, perhaps?”


He set the file down. “You healed a child in Vorn. Soldier’s report says he lost half his blood. You rebuilt his vein wall with spider silk. No one’s taught that in decades.”


Karl leaned forward. “Who are you?”


He slammed a hand on the table. “Are you deaf or just arrogant?”


Then, as if it cost her nothing, she lifted her eyes.


“I already told you,” she said softly. “You don’t deserve to know me.”


Chapter 4 – The First Interrogation