Chapter 28

Viona's POV

The wind howled through the high ridges of the Levites' territory carrying the scent of storm and iron. Thunder rolled like distant drums as my father stood on the terrace outside his office, his broad shoulders squared against the dusk. Behind him, the war table was scattered with maps, crimson markers.

Since he came back from the council weeks ago, he hadn't been the same, strict and restless as every word carries too much weight, even my siblings are a little worried ...