The morning after the Summit dawned pale and gray.

A faint mist clung to the Silvercrest grounds, curling low over the training fields and drifting through the forest like forgotten spirits. The world was still—too still, as if even the land itself waited to see what would come next.

Evelyn stood on the balcony of the Alpha’s house, the same place where Damien once delivered orders, where she used to stand beside him as nothing more than a shadow. Now, she stood alone—stronger, sharper, ...