The stars above Iron Howl did not rest anymore.

They moved, slow and alive, whispering new names to the sky. The wolves no longer howled they listened. The world breathed in rhythm with the new constellations.

But Kael didn’t.

By the fourth dawn, his fire began to fade.

It started as exhaustion. Then the color left his flames red to orange, orange to dull gold, until even the heat around him felt cold.

He tried to hide it. But every time he touched me, I could feel the emptiness behind ...