The fire began to dream.

At first, we thought it was only light gold and soft, spilling across Iron Howl’s walls like dawn trapped in motion. But when it touched us, it spoke.

Not in words.

In memories.

Kael froze mid-step as the light coiled around him. Flames flickered across his skin, showing pieces of his past, his first hunt, his father’s death, the first time he saw me under the moon of blood.

For me, it showed something else.

The wombfire.

The goddess’s voice.

The moment I had ...