The Unbroken Mark

Elira’s

The Ironfang courtyard fell instantly silent, the pack’s whispers dying one by one as Kael’s face drained of color. He stood frozen, his eyes wide and disbelieving, fixed on my form.

The silence was shattered not by me, but by Liora, whose composure had finally cracked.

“What in the world are you doing here? You should be suffering miserably if you were sold to that savage!” she shrieked, her voice trembling hard despite her attempt to fully control ...