The forest recognized her.

The moment Lyla stepped through the veil, Silverwood’s energy shifted ancient magic thrumming through the trees, the wind curling around her like a whispered welcome.

But the air was different.

Tense. Heavy.

Because she wasn’t just returning.

She was bringing the Forsaken with her.

Behind her, the warriors moved in silence, their silver eyes scanning the dense woodland.

Most of them had not stepped foot here in centuries.

Some had never been ...