DAMON POINT OF VIEW.

Morning crept into the fortress slowly, pale light sliding through the tall windows and settling over the stone floors. I found Aroa in the courtyard, already dressed for travel, her posture calm but distant.

She was leaving for Riven’s pack today. I had known it all night, yet the truth of it still sat heavy in my chest.

“Aria,” I called softly.

She turned, and for a moment I forgot every careful thought I’d prepared. She looked tired, but steady. Strong in a ...