Verity's pov

The pages of the book felt dry beneath my fingertips, the kind of paper that cracked faintly when turned. I had just finished reading the section about Valcaryn—my kingdom—and though I still didn’t fully remember it from my own life, the description had stirred something in my chest, like a distant echo of belonging.

But now, the next chapter was before me. Its title, written in deep black ink that seemed to have bled into the page, read:

Kingdom Shadow Fang

I knew ...